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The descriptions in the book which I thought of were those of the dreadful roll calls every morning and every night, no matter
what the conditions, and the cruelty of the time spent out there administered
by the officers on duty. We were very cold at the camp, but what was
experienced by the prisoners was so much worse and for so long and every day.
I was not skeptical with this group because we are older and well-versed.
The tour itself seemed not to be as in-depth as others I've had. As far
as reading captions in the museums to learn more about the prisoners themselves, I did not get this opportunity. I instead viewed an exhibition of the art of
the prisoners.
I've decided it is a good thing to keep the awareness alive, and that is important because what happened is so atrocious. I felt disgust for the Germans on the first day in Berlin. That soon lessened. By the time I was at Buchenwald a week later this feeling was pretty
much gone again. I did not think of the perpetrators at all. I thought
only of the victims and their suffering. I wonder why that is. I cannot
judge the Germans for what they did. I can, however, grieve the
suffering of the Jews and other prisoners of the camps. Maybe this is the
case because I know that I could never be a perpetrator.
There is always the chance that we will be victims, though, and suffering
is always such a sad thing because it's just not necessary.
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