On September 6, Pawel arrived and picked us up to take us on a tour of Auschwitz Birkenau Museum. I had been there in 2013 to pay my respects to my family and those that had been murdered there. During my genealogy research I discovered that relatives from all four sides of my family had been victims there.
I really didn’t want to go back, because of the overwhelming heavy feeling you get while you’re there. But Denise wanted to go, and I didn’t want her not to experience and see what had happened. I think it’s important that people take this tour, regardless if you are Polish, German, and Italian, or whatever nationality and race you are. This is a place you need to visit out of respect and for remembrance so that the atrocities that happened here never happen again.
The tour guides are very good and extremely knowledgeable. While I thought I knew a lot about what happened, maybe you really can’t understand the true nature of what happened until you’re actually there, like me. The enormity of it. Some of it I just couldn’t comprehend until I physically saw it, and even then, some of it is beyond comprehension.