Back in October I traveled out to Poland to see Aushwitz. I'd been to the Holocaust Museum before in Washington D.C., read several books, seen documentaries, and learned about the holocaust in school--but nothing really prepared me for what it's really like to walk in a place filled with so much tragedy and pain.
I walked past gas chambers, old shoes and luggage, the barbed wire, the places where they slept, a mural of children getting off the train, and buildings knocked down in rubble in an attempt to "hide" what had happened. It was difficult to see, but I don't regret going. Though the trip was depressing, I thought it important to pay my respects for those departed and recognize all that had happened in WWII.