History Heals All Wounds
Cozy - Park city, Utah
It smelled of death. The killings had taken place long before, many people had come and gone, but I could smell it. Death and smog, it’s […]
It smelled of death. The killings had taken place long before, many people had come and gone, but I could smell it. Death and smog, it’s the kind of thing you can’t wash from your brain, the thing that stays in your nose and you can never wash out. You can never fully understand this, unless you have visited or god forbid experienced the camp, when I am dead and dying the last thing I shall think of is that lonley day in June of 2005, the day I figured out life. Dachau they called it. Dauchau, like another synonum for death. Many people had passed through this place, most of them had ended up dead. Yet here I was of my own free will. I saw pits, pits that had monuments on top proclaiming a final resting place of dead Jews. I can only think how they must have felt, naked cold and alone. Like all had forsaked them. I cried than, no one had cried for the condemend then so I knew I would cry for them know I would always cry for the condemened who were alone.
The there was the gas chambers and the crematoriums. I cried a lot, I ask you now, who would want to burn bodies? It was then I felt my first real doubt, I learned that we must always learn from the past yet never forget it, I learned that we must always look at everyone with an ubiased un racial view and we will never give up on hope. I believe we can always learn from the past. The gas chambers had a room, it was a white holding room prisoners were held in before they died. Words were scrawled on the wall in different lanuages. The first and last time I have ever felt doubt in the human race was then, if this had happened then the world must be filled with horrible bad people, then my hope was back.
This was the last thing many of these people saw, they were scared and yet in some sort of comfort they found hope. The last thing left was hope. When there is nothing there is hope. When you have nothing to cling to hope is there. The Nazis had taken everything and they could never ever take hope.
I believe in history.
I am an optimist and I shall always have hope.