When I first saw the hair and shoes, seriously I went into shock; it was as if a horse had kicked me in the stomach.
In the nearby village prior to arriving, I bought a bouquet of red roses with the idea of placing them ‘somewhere.’ I left them on a crematorium.
Setting just inside a shower room was a can with a paper label of what may have been cyclon B. Presumably, it was there for effect. It certainly affected me.
The horror and profound sadness of that day is etched in my memory forever.
My father went to see Schindler’s List by himself in a movie theater. When it came to the scene where the Jews’ belongings were all sorted in the town square, shoes here, jewelry there, glasses over there, into piles, my father walked out of the theater.
He told us, “I saw it the first time” (when he was a seven-year-old child).
LucyT, I know what you went through. I lived in Germany right after the war. I went to both Auschwitz and Dachau.....before they were “cleaned up”. The horrors I saw still haunt me. They will forever. I believe my experiences there helped form me into the rather fierce patriot that I am today.