Today we drove to Sachsenhausen concentration camp, where we all got suitably depressed.
Low point of the day: the infirmary. Each of us walked out separately with tears in our eyes and asked the group "Did you hear about the little boys?" They should not allow mothers to listen to that.
We finished our day with a raclette dinner, which made us feel a little better.




1 comment:
I've still not been there yet. At least I'll skip the "little boys" part. Heartbreaking.
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