I'm not too sure what I can write about Auschwitz because I haven't decided how to process it. That such an atrocity occurred is amazing to me. That this happened only sixty years ago is incomprehensible to me. And to think of how it was or rather wasn't addressed by the rest of the world. How could that have happened?

The camp is eerily intact. The legacy of the Nazis' efficiency and inhumanity overwhelmed me. For the first hour I wavered between wanted to vomit and wanting to break down sobbing. At times I felt I couldn't control myself emotionally. Then I was so angry, but where could such anger be directed? I quickly felt overwhelmed by guilt. How dare I experience these emotions. Sixty years too late and with none of it MY experience, how could I possibly claim such emotions?
It began to snow, harder and harder until it was nearly a blizzard. My feet were so cold I felt I couldn't walk much more. And then I recalled the picture of the little twelve year old girl who was made to stand in the snow for twelve hours. Her frost-bitten feet repulsed me, and yet all I could think was that I greatly appreciated being able to feel how much the cold hurt. I couldn't complain.
How can people claim it didn't happen? How come so many went without ever taking responsibility for their actions as Nazis? I know it was and is so complicated, but the complexity is blurred when I think about how wrong and evil it was. Today was a very important day in my life, and I'll never forget the images I saw and the story I was told.