Monday, October 31

Halloween in Auschwitz

I couldn't tell if my chills were from the cold or the spirit of this place. The souls of the dead wandering this land. What these trees saw, empty of bark and leaves from their hunger...

As they turned off the lights in the gas chamber and I called out for Fleet. For comfort. I called out for the only person I knew. But I was not dying. We were not preparing for the Cyclon B.

Yes, we were stuffed in there, yes. No light and not knowing, but we weren't preparing for those tiny tin cans to be dropped in.

As we followed the setting sun, and walked out of those gates, beyond the double fenced, formally electrified barbed wire, I discovered a whole new perspective and appreciation for the thing we call life...