An Hour in Germany’s First Concentration Camp
Our pitstop between Prague and Munich was far more somber than our other stops. We had an hour and a half to roam Dachau, the first concentration camp in Germany. Standing in the crematorium where thousands of bodies were incinerated impressed on me the enormity of the situation. As big and horrible as I cognitively knew it was, I don’t think I could fully wrap my head around the terrors of the holocaust.
It was so systematic yet senseless.
What really got me was seeing the propganda section in the Dachau museum. The Nazis staged media events where they coerced prisoners into telling journalists how much they love their reeducation. An American journalist reported on how the US should have similar programs.
The way the media was used as an instrument to further the Nazi’s cause made me want to cry.
I feel like I’ve been seeing some really heavy things lately. Everywhere I go in Europe I can feel and see the impact of war. The US hasn’t seen much fighting on our own soil. This is the first time I’m seeing first hand the travesties I read about in history books.
All the sad stories just confirm for me how much I want to work for a nonprofit or socially responsible business. We are only here for such a short time. What’s the point if we aren’t trying to change the world for the better?