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I’m going to share some of my feelings I had jotted down in my travel journal from March 13th, the day we went to Auschwitz-Birkenau:

Upon arrival in Auschwitz, it did not feel like I had entered a concentration camp, or any kind of place of suffering to be frank. I did not get that feeling until I was standing under the “Arbeit Macht Frei” sign. That is when a wave of anguish and terror swept over me. From that moment on until we got back onto the bus to head back to Kraków, I had the largest lump in my throat from being constantly choked up. Every single exhibit we saw filled my heart with dread and there was no way of getting around that feeling.

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