20 minutes outside of Munich is the small town of Dachau. I was encouraged by people to visit Dachau because it was home to one of southern germanys concentration camps, used to house political and Jewish Prisoners.
Matt, Dillian, and I went on Sunday before we had to get back on the bus to return to Florence. Our trip was sobering both literally and figuratively. It was extremely odd to spend the weekend living up Munich then ending our experience there on such a heavy note. We visited the camp two days after its liberation anniversary. So there was some remembrance ceremonies going on.
I’m not going to go into depth about numbers, or stories about survivors because that could take a while. And stories like that lose their power when they are filtered through multiple accounts. But I can say that Dachau was a very intense experience that left the three of us fighting back tears when we were leaving. The comforting aspect of our experience was the grace with which the victims of the holocaust were remembered. The local residents and foundations have taken great lengths to keep the camp in good condition and to properly tell the stories of the victims of the holocaust.
I have a few more adventures in my plans before I become American again. So don't tune out just yet
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