I spent Wednesday touring around Saschenhausen. I suppose touring would not be the right word for it. Viewing the pure evil of humanity for several hours would be more accurate.
As a Canadian of mixed German and Norwegian descent, the emotions ran pretty high. My great uncle was part of the struggle to liberate Europe and the thousands who were condemned to camps like this. He gave his life in that fight.
I wonder if those who fought really knew the evil they were fighting to destroy.
I can’t express the emotions of the day. I’ve included a picture of the walls of the camp. I’m thankful for each person who fought so that I could freely walk where thousands and thousands were imprisoned, tortured and died.