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RE: Auschwitz - Putting a Face to the Name
I couldn't take photos inside the Auschwitz Camp... Just too hard for me... I couldn't imagine (or rather I don't want to imagine) what happened back then... It totally hit me (hard) when I see the baby and toddler and kid clothes and shoes... How could they? HOW? And the hair... The long hair... Just a thumb left or right... That's it... Work or die... Even though @arcange did explain to me in the bus on our way back... But I still can't justify this... Even until now...
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There is no justification Eliza. None at all. I guess arcange was maybe trying to explain the psychology behind how people can dehumanise others? But I'm just guessing.
I understand how you feel Eliza, I was silent, on my own most of the time as I couldn't cope with speaking to others. I felt sick to my stomach... this was because my brain is set up to be extremely visual so I was constantly seeing images behind my eyes of the various things described. The way I work through such hard things is to write about them. Poetry or fiction, usually decompresses these images that have built up in my mind during a difficult experience like that excursion to Auschwitz.
I didn't dare to think... Visualizing it would be worst than a nightmare... Writing it down in words or poetry may not be what I am good at... 😅 But talking to people makes me feel better. Or maybe just hugs is much greater.
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Hugs are always good here is a virtual hug from a thousand miles away 🤗