-This day was all about concentration camps and driving nightmares. Naturally, the speed obsessed young man that Christopher is decided early on that he wanted to rent a car and drive an autobahn when we were in Germany. Since he’s a boy, he would also want the speediest car that Europcar could give him. Also being a history buff, Chris had the fantastic idea that we should drive the car to a concentration camp. I should have known that when we stalled the A6 a dozen times before we left East Berlin that it would be a precursor to the terror I would fear for the rest of the day. What I didn’t fully prepare myself for was going 230km down a highway (twice might I add you, because we had to come back to Berlin). I mean, don’t get me wrong, the highway’s straight, but when the advertisement on billboards have children’s therapy drawings of their family’s with the scribble “Papa” over flames in a car crash, it makes you want to close your eyes and fall the fuck to sleep. Which is what I tried to do for our five hour drive. It was funny: the GPS in the car would calculate how long the route was supposed to take us, and every couple of minutes it would shave off 20 minutes to our ETA because Chris was driving so quickly.
In any case, when we end up getting to this place (Buchenwald), it’s completely freaky. You have to go down this nearly unmarked street with forest on either side. Both of us, at this point, are pretty sure we’re mawfreakin’ lost, but we follow the road anyway. It leads us to a whole lotta buildings with a massive parking lot. We stretch our legs and head out down the footpath to these giant gates (which is what the picture is of). Mind you, to get to these gates you pass by a whole lot of crumbling buildings. I have photos of them, and will mention them later. This photo is a photo of the entrance to the actual camp itself.
I don’t think I had ever felt more removed from an atrocity in my whole life. I can’t tell you why.