Merely to be there, twenty-five years after its liberation, was a nightmare from which I could not awaken.
Standing in a barrack, staring out at the yard, I was afraid to turn around. I feared that the nightmare was real and my life an illusion, that I would find myself among inmates there.
My life changed there...then.
I still have a hard time believing that it was real and not a nightmare.
Auschwitz was Dachau times a hundred.
Went to Dachau in 1977, It was a very foggy soft rainy day, standing near the Guard Tower, entrance. It was surreal like I was transported back in time. Very spooky. It was a grisly reminder of total inhumanity. The ovens the gas chamber the long wall pot marked, used to lineup and shoot prisoners. Standing in front of the sign Arbite Macht Frei. It was a life altering experience.