Sleeping quarters: four to a bed
Guard Tower
To visit Dachau we traveled by train from the central Munich Train Station. It was a guided tour. We came upon the concentration camp which was filled with school children from mostly secondary schools around Germany. It is required as part of their education. I suspect it is to stop the possibility of this ever happening again.
As I waited in the Visitor's Center, I struck up a conversation with a German woman claiming to be in her nineties. She said she had always wanted to come here, but had put it off. She had lived through the Nazi occupation and had suffered from it. We talked about her experiences and what her feelings were upon seeing the camp.
I found this very interesting and also somewhat sad. It reminded me of my feelings having worked on the Navajo reservation in Arizona. While the latter were not gassed, they were separated because of race. People did not know about them because they were isolated.
In the end, we parted company - the lady and I - and went back to our homes a little more educated about what people can do to other people when they think they are superior.
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