I remember about seven years ago now I went to stay with my German friend and we had a few days in the Black Forest. There was a concentration camp called Le Strudhoff on the French/German border that we visited. I came out of there in pieces but she just wasn’t moved by it at all because they get beaten over the head with the War in Schools there.

It’s the most cruel irony that the actual location of the camp is one of the most breathtakingly beautiful places I’ve seen in my life, and yet it was the scene for the most unspeakable cruelty. The thing that really broke me was looking out over the valley to the Alps then noticing a noose right in the middle of the court yard. Thinking that those mountains were the last thing a person saw just messed my head up for days.