Melancholy yet apathetic

Today I went to Oswiecim. Or in your native tongue, Auschwitz.

That's all I can really say. I don't know how I felt. Maybe I was numb from always learning about it that it's kinda become no biggie. Or maybe I was so overwhelmed with emotion that I just couldn't pick one to concentrate on so I looked kinda unconcerned. It was weird being there. Being in the actual place where the most heinous of the Nazi crimes were performed. There were so many rooms that where open to the public with out glass barriers. and so many preserved rooms with the original locks on them that you're not quite sure whether or not the door has been opened within the last 60 years. There was one building that was set up as a memorial to the Hungarians who were sent to Auschwitz. It was scary. I was scared going in. It was dark all doors were locked like I mentioned earlier. It was one long narrow hallway leading to a screen that was playing film of prisoners in the camp. When you reached the screen the only place to go was up this darkened stairwell. When you got to the top you entered you entered a massive room that reminded me of the Holocaust museum in DC. It was very modern. If you followed the path, you walked on glass that was on top of actual railroad used to carry people here. While walking on either side of you was etched glass resembling box cars.
We spent a lot of time just walking the grounds, which where absolutely beautiful. It's hard to believe that life was so sparse when you look at the place now. We kinda tagged on to an English speaking group at the beginning but for the most part went at our own pace. They were kinda making me mad. I would try to get a picture and someone would push me or get in the way. But in this group was an older lady who had trouble walking. I was listening to her and the guide talk and realized that she was a survivor of the camp. It was her first time back to Auschwitz since her liberation. I didn't get so mad any more when the other people in the group pushed me after that. That and we went our seperate ways.

After Oswiecim, went went to Wadowice. For those who hve been living under a rock for the last month and a half, that is the home of the late Pope. It's a beautiful little town. the cathedral was small but magnificent. Gorgeous. Opulant. I bought a rosary, and I'm not catholic. That morning there were children who had just recieved their first communion. Again it was beautiful seeing the all the kids in white run out of the cathedral. It was almost straight out of a movie.

I think it's time for a nap now. It's been a long day already. Muah!