This year I went to Germany and Austria
with a school trip. I spent two days in Austria and three days in Germany
before coming back to Spain.
I will focus this redaction in
Dachau, a concentration camp we visited in our journey. Why? Simply for all the
strange, different and freezing sensations I had felt in this lugubrious place.
*(Dachau concentration camp was the
first of the Nazi concentration camps opened. Opened in Germany in 1933 by
Heinrich Himmler, its purpose was enlarged to include forced labor, and
eventually, the imprisonment of Jews, ordinary German and Austrian criminals,
and eventually foreign nationals from countries that Germany occupied or
invaded. The concentration camp in question it is located in the state of
Bavaria, in southern Germany.)
I went to a place where people underwent
unthinkable sufferance. Actually I think no one can really know what those people
who died for no reason in this horrid place felt. I can just say that all these millions and millions
of lives that died leave a huge and deep hole in the history of humanity. A
hole where there should be hopes and fears, joyfulness and sorrow, smiles and
tears… life is fully of distinct feelings. When we kill a person the time is
wholly empty.
Everything will stop if our society
continues pretending to not see all this awful misery in the world. The things that
happen to someone can happen to you, so could we think not just about ourselves
and think a little bit for everyone, merely to reach a better world.
<< Undoubtedly we should desire the happiness of those whom love, but not
as an alternative to our own. In fact the whole antithesis between self and the
rest of the world, which is implied in the doctrine of self-denial, disappears as
soon as we have any genuine interest in persons or things outside ourselves.
>> The Conquest of Happiness by Bertrand Russell
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