The title really caught my eyes as I had also been to Dachau last year. There was this feeling that I couldn’t quite describe. The air felt heavier and thicker somehow and as I walked the length of the corridors and entered some rooms, it felt as if sorrow had sticked itself on the wall and has been lingering ever since.

I think it’s important to learn history and to visit concentration camps to avoid the very same mistake in the past. The last quote in this writing had strung a chord inside me.

Well written. Thank you for sharing :)