To round-up the first leg of my Germany travels I wanted to make sure I got to spend a few hours at a concentration camp, no matter how sobering of an experience it may be. Seb rented a car and we made our way to Dachau, which is roughly 45 minutes from the Munich airport. Dachau was the first concentration camp for the NAZI party, spearheaded by Heinrich Himmler, and primarily used for political prisoners in the early years, but then opened up to prisoners of all sorts. This camp was ultimately used as the model for the rest of the camps throughout the Third Reich.
The tour we went on was an audio tour, and I think that provided a decent picture of what life was like there, in combination with the all of the ancillary information provided on placards throughout the grounds, as well as the museum portion.
There are a number of memorials located on the grounds, another step taken by the German government to accept the past, and to make sure something like this never happens again. The majority of the grounds stand as they did 60-70 years ago, however most of the housing quarters for those kept in the camp were knocked down, only leaving their foundations.
I don’t think I need to go into much detail as to what happened in these camps, but what did happen wasn’t very pretty. For those that have never been to a concentration camp, it’s a must for anyone in Europe. While it might not be something most people want to talk about, it’s something that has to be experienced, because in reality, this really wasn’t that long ago. World War 2 ended 70 years ago, and it’s our duty to make sure something of this nature never happens again.
Never Again. Never Forget.