I saw that the Lamb opened one of the seven seals, and I heard one of the four living creatures saying, as with a voice of thunder, “Come and see.”
There’s really nothing remotely clever or interesting that I can say about Babi Yar, aside from the fact that it’s a horrifying place to visit. Family members were murdered there, along with roughly 100,000 others, and I thought I could easily compartmentalize that. After all, I never knew them, right? But Babi Yar doesn’t really work like that. It has this crackling, living aura, and you can’t keep it at an arm’s length. You duck into the warm metro afterward, but it follows you.
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I didn’t know about that, so thanks for bringing it to my attention – I’m just reading about it now.
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.