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.
I still do not understand it. I have tried.