We visited a local village called Oświęcim, then went to Auschwitz I and Auschwitz Birkenau. Our day finished with a moving memorial service led by Rabbi Barry.
It was an long and surreal day and I am grateful that I had the opportunity to go.
This is a poem that I wrote reflecting my experience of Auschwitz, particularly the inspired by the stone stairs in the Auschwitz I buildings.
Where I tread my feet
Walking the prints of murderers and murdered
Of vanquishers and victimes.
Evil is not often a leap
A system obeyed
Eyes turned blind
A phone call for a reward
A crowd followed
I very rarely write poetry but it sometimes seems to express some things in a way that prose can't. I hope it goes some way to communicate my thoughts. It could continue and talk about steps to hope and goodness - I may write that verse one day - or maybe you could continue it for yourself.
What steps have you taken today - and where have they been leading?