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Steve and I took a drive this evening to Dachau. It was a 30 minute drive from Munich. Steve had seen it before and almost picked out a place for us to live there. He said it was full of life and lots of great shops and cafes. I asked him to take me there, but the real reason I wanted to go was to see the concentration camp.
Steve and I took a drive this evening to Dachau. It was a 30 minute drive from Munich. Steve had seen it before and almost picked out a place for us to live there. He said it was full of life and lots of great shops and cafes. I asked him to take me there, but the real reason I wanted to go was to see the concentration camp.
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I don't know what I expected to see. I had heard that there was a memorial and that you could go and see the camp. At every turn I asked Steve, "Where do you think it is?" None of the buildings looked old enough and certainly none looked like a building I had seen in my history book. I was expecting a barracks type building, at the most. Instead, I saw a compound with a concrete wall that had barbed wire at the top. It was an errie feeling to be on that ground and my heart sank. I will never forget the day I saw Dachau.
I don't know what I expected to see. I had heard that there was a memorial and that you could go and see the camp. At every turn I asked Steve, "Where do you think it is?" None of the buildings looked old enough and certainly none looked like a building I had seen in my history book. I was expecting a barracks type building, at the most. Instead, I saw a compound with a concrete wall that had barbed wire at the top. It was an errie feeling to be on that ground and my heart sank. I will never forget the day I saw Dachau.
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