Death Camp

Spring day in Munich. Still we are bundled in coats, wrapped tight against the German weather. Huddled around a few benches at the station, a Swedish man and his wife hug each other; a New Zealand woman travelling the world is absorbed in her cellphone; two men from Istanbul wait quietly. We're soon to meet our guide, and share an experience that none of us will forget. Days later, I will be unable to view the pictures on my digital camera. They're there, but the horrors are hard to look at again. It is so much easier to download, then hit delete on the camera card...Read more here