Even after having read about this part of World War II, actually visiting Dachau was a sobering experience. Standing within inches of the crematoriums where other human bodies had been disposed of like trash . . . no words for it. The picture on the far right is my son approaching the Jewish memorial at Dachau. When you enter, it is a steep path downward ending under a beam of light coming from the high ceiling. It represents the chimneys of the ovens at Dachau - the only way out for so many innocent people.
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