Auschwitz

How can I even begin to describe it. I don't think think there are any words I can write, any words you could say, that would even start to explain the feeling of Auschwitz and Birkenau. When you see all at the same time, the torture chambers and the tourists taking photos; the girl smiling away in flip-flops and shorts, posing inside the birkenow camp; the man spitting on the floor and thinking nothing of it. Until you're standing in the watch-tower and can see the lines of barracks, the ditches they dug, the remains of the gas chambers and the harrowing precision and planning that must have gone into the conception of these camps, until you've seen all this I don't think it you can truly perceive the break-down in humanity that Nazi-ism brought. Even simply listing these aspects seems cold. But to ignore it in this blog would feel worse.