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I don't believe in ghosts, but I've never felt more haunted than I did the day we visited Auschwitz. There is so much to try to explain that I don't know where to begin. The whole way there was a long, stomach-churning journey. Our tour guide switched on a movie in the tour bus on the way there, and I am certain not many of us watched it. We had already studied the Holocaust, and we did not want to look at gut-wrenching pictures of victims taken in the place we were about to visit. Arriving in the parking lot was like walking in to a horror film, all the buildings so familiar from the pictures and movies and documentaries we and seen all our lives, and especially those we had studied in our pre-trip classes and research. As they loomed right in front of me, I could not do anything but look away.

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