I don’t know where else to put it. I suppose I could make some sort of police link to it but I won’t.
Three days ago I was standing and walking around Dachau concentration camp.
I have never been to one before and despite having heard of the experiences of other people, felt prepared but nothing could have prepared me for how I felt during and probably just as significantly, afterwards.
Often when I visit historical sites, like many other people, I like to take photographs. At Dachau, my camera never left my bag. I didn’t want to take any photographs. I just wanted to be allowed to be in a quiet place. The visiting school kids spoilt this to start off but thankfully, they moved away. I can’t tell you what I thought about because I can’t remember thinking. I was just there, silent, in awe,unable to verbalise anything. There were no words I could force out even when I tried to think of something to say as some way of expressing the experience. All I can manage even now is that I was there and still can’t explain anything.
For someone who want to write or someone keen to travel the world, it seems a pretty poor show that I am stumped and have no where to put this. But this is my blog so I have given myself permission to add it here, sort of a guest post. Maybe I’ll write a few more guest posts that don’t necessarily belong here but as its my blog, it’s my rules. Hope you don’t mind.