Mass Grave Site at Dachau Concentration Camp.
Translation: 'Think about How We Died'
If you do not know the place beforehand, you wouldn't know what history it holds. What I see now, is a lot of open spaces and beautiful sights all around. At first glance, it is almost impossible to believe that this place has witnessed tortures of extreme kind. Of a kind, that no one in their right mind would wish it for anyone.
The place I am standing right now is part cemented, part gravel. No one knows, how many people died on this very ground. For no reason. Anyone who stood out among others. Too tall. Too short. Too fat. Too thin. Too much beard. Anyone out of the ordinary perished.
'There is no laughter here. Only Devil laughs at this place. And I am the Devil.'
'You are no longer in Germany. You will be treated like the pieces of shit that you are'
These two lines were often repeated by the SS guards here, I am told.
I am walking through the same barracks, they used to live. The gas chambers, where they took ‘showers’. The torture rooms, where they were made to stand for days without any food. The Dark rooms, where they lived in confinement, without sunlight, for months. Without sense of time. And purpose.
It just reaffirms the thought, that we all have evils. And we spend all our life controlling it. Diffusing our evilness in small, harmless doses every now and then. But, when given an opportunity, with power in our hands, to express our hatred and evilness, there is no limit to the torture we can inflict upon our fellow beings. Evilness flows in our blood. We don't see it. But, it is there. It gets a slight opening and it floods our thoughts and actions.
I like to think human beings as complex mixture of organic and inorganic compounds, with a heart. At this place, (and at many others), the heart part died in a few. And mind, left on its own, wrecked havoc. It was our collective failure.
I can go on, but I don’t want to. After a visit to the concentration camp, I have no problems in life. My life is a bed of roses.
He who has a why to live can bear almost any how. – Nietzsche
Sorry, for starting the new year with this post. I have many things to write, but I wanted to start with this one. I wish that all of you, find that ‘Why?’ in your life very soon. I visited this place on 25th Dec. Ironical?