I've been in Poland, in Krakow exactly.
Once I was there, it took me few days of deep thinking to decide should I go to Auschwitz or not.
Well, I decided to go. Even without a group of friends that were going there as well. My decision was to go alone. If you are wondering why, my answer is - because of a feeling.
I really wanted to feel that place as deep as possible. Maybe it's because of my cultural background, maybe because the topic of holocaust has always been so close to my thoughts, maybe it's even because I knew I wanted to follow my own feeling without being forced to share with others. Well, I decided to go.
Auschwitz concentration camp was a network of concentration and extermination camps built and operated by Nazis in occupied Poland during World War II. It was consisted of Auschwitz I (the original concentration camp), Auschwitz II–Birkenau (a combined concentration/extermination camp), Auschwitz III–Monowitz (a labor camp to staff an IG Farben factory), and 45 satellite camps.
Here, a hundred thousands of people were barbarically murdered in the name of the supremacy of one race.
Polish political opponents first. Jews, Romani and Sinti people, homosexuals and sovietics prisoners later.
Immidiately after the first step through the famous gate with the inscription "arbeit Macht Frei" - "working makes you free", I felt the death all around me.
Temperature was incredibly low, around -10c, and I feel it getting lower and lower with every step I took getting closer to the heart of the camp.
Entering the first buildings, I felt, on my back, all the cruelty of that place: in one of the rooms I found thousands and thousands of tons of female hair piled one on another. Nazis were cutting hair off of the prisoners and selling it in Germany, to weave fabrics and even to fill mattresses and pillows. People were simply sleeping and wearing the results of the horrors of the world.
This thought and this image is still spinning in my head.
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