The islands were beautiful, and the sun was shining, we could not have been blessed with a nicer day. We then checked out some traditional German dress shops, along with a super flashy maccas, went for a quick dip in the water, got lost on the 3 hour drive home, stopped by a festival in a little town on the way, then crashed in bed praying my sunburn would not be to bad tomorrow.
I clearly did not pray hard enough, my back, the same colour as the tomato on the kitchen sink was quite tender. That was, until I slaughtered it with aloe vera cream and after sun moisturiser.
Thursday brought on a whole new meaning to the word horror. We visited Dauche Concentration camp. This was never used for mass killings, however 45 000 people were killed here, more because of the poor living conditions.
I have never been actually sickened by anything before, but walking into this concentration camp, see the sign 'Truth sets you free' in iron, on the door, purposely misleading the 'prisioners' that there was a possibility that they may leave this place. Being shown the execution ground.
The absolute disgust in felt for the people, hearing what had been conducted. one of the tortures that was given to some prisoners, was they would be put in a box, much like a coffin except standing up. they would be kept in there for 42 days, being let out every four days to get a scrape of food, and move around. The point of this torture was to drive the prisoner insane, the jailers would provide the person inside the box, with a piece of rope, and twice a day a jailer would look in through a whole and say ' no, he hasn't used the rope yet', they would then proceed to scream at them 'You're a coward, kill yourself already!!!'
We also were shown the gas chamber room, and the crematorium. It was absolutely filth, their were many graphical images posted on the walls, it was so easy to imagine what a place of horror it would have been. At one stage i walked into a room after getting out of the gas chambers, because it was to much to take in, and I looked up onto the wall to find out what room i was in now, and the description on the wall told me that I was now inn the room that held all the corpses before they were cremated. I felt like vomiting. I was out of that room before you could say Germany.
I think one of the worst, no how on earth can i say one of the worst, but something that absolutely blew my mind was this. The system for the gas chambers, prisoners were told they were going for shower, so first there was the waiting room, then the undressing room, because you cant have shower in your clothes, however this was simply so they didn't have to take the clothes of the corpses, then they were lead into a room that has the word 'shower' written above the door. In the room, there are what looks like shower heads in the room, but are in fact outlets for the gas.
The only positive thing from this concentration camp was the fact that the gas chamber was completely ready and functional, however was never used. It is unknown why.
After this sever emotional roller coaster, shopping was needed. We headed into Munich, visited the cathedrals, had a beer at the halls, i purchased a traditional dress! Just wait until you see it!
Phew big update but needed, I am now planning the next bit in mz trip. I'm thinking, Munich, Prague, Vienna, Rome, Nice, Barcelona, London UNI.
Wait and see! x
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