What can you say when you spent the weekend at the worst place on earth?
Can you sigh with relief that it could never, never happen again… naïvely?
Do you decide deep inside, humanity’s lost, we’ve spawned a monster that won’t be denied? Quite possibly.
Or do you talk it out and resolve to be one more fibre in the bulwark against genocide? Hopefully.
I walked down the tracks at Oświęcim and found I was in Auschwitz
(See also ‘I’m off to Oświęcim soon‘ on the Commentary page of this blog)