Trip to Poland

 In Holocaust Studies and Education

KRAKOW & AUSCHWITZ, POLAND:

16 April, 2016: Upon arriving to Krakow, my anxiety continued to grow as I knew this would be the most emotionally tolling part of this trip. The sole thought of going to Auschwitz and Birkenau scared me– I didn’t know what to expect. I woke up that morning with a knot in my stomach and struggled to get out of bed. As I began to get dressed, my stress levels transformed into curiosity. I reflected as to what initially motivated me and what the goal of this trip was: I came to learn, to connect the dots of my research, discover new facts, to further explore, and deepen my perspective and worldview. In our hotel lobby, we met Thomas, our tour guide, who would be taking us through the grounds of Auschwitz and Birkenau. In the hour commute to the town of Oswiecim, Thomas explained his philosophy of the “8 steps of genocide.” He stated that it all begins with a dire national situation combined with hate speech rhetoric and propaganda. As the public becomes brainwashed and fearful, they don’t think twice about what they are hearing, resulting in a lack of resistance and indifference. He discussed the process of systematic degradation of rights that a persecuted group is subjected to and how basic freedoms are stripped over time.

At the halfway mark between Krakow and Auschwitz was a concentration camp memorial site. I do not recall the name of the camp, but it was purely a work camp where thousands of Gypsies, Jews, and homosexuals were subjected to abusive forced labour. Many Jews were saved by Oskar Schindler and his factory, located directly across the street. After a tour through Schindler’s factory and commemorating the victims of this camp, we continued on the route to Auschwitz.

“ARBEIT MACHT FREI” or “WORK SETS YOU FREE”

We started at tour at Auschwitz I, the concentration camp. I immediately spotted the infamous sign that reads “ARBEIT MACHT FREI” or “work sets you free.” These words were intended to trick the prisoners into performing their labour tasks with maximum effort, hoping freedom would be granted if done so. I had seen this banner-type-gate in various photographs, but these words greeting me and thousands and other tourists was one of the most intimidating sensations I’ve ever felt. Chills shivers up my spine as I knew this was not even close to what ruins I would be seeing within the next hour, let alone at Birkenau. Thomas walked with us through the long rows of brick prison barracks and inside some of them were exhibits. One in particular had lifesize pages just listing names of people murdered in Auschwitz; these pages took up almost almost the whole length of one barrack. Another exhibit displayed items stolen from those who arrived at the camp– ranging from original suitcases to shoes, and the most difficult to see: the mountains of hair shaved off of prisoners before setting them to work or exterminating them. In that same room was the pile of Zyklon B cans used in the gas chambers (gas chambers were in use at Birkenau, but the cans were displayed at the Auschwitz I museum). These piles of just material things or remains were not just what they may appear to be: when putting it into context, one can witness the destruction of an entire population just by seeing the mass quantity of just material objects acquired. Most of these “things” were leftovers, as the Nazis stole the prisoners belongings and used them for personal gain. My family and I also placed stones on small memorials in front of 2 specific walls: one that was the site of many suicidal deaths in the camp and the other being the place where prisoners were shamed publicly then shot mercilessly. After paying our respects, we crossed over to the death factory that was Auschwitz II, or Auschwitz Birkenau.

The only way into this extermination camp during its use was through a single railway. For us tourists, the walk along those wooden tracks to reach what was beyond the watchtower was strenuously long, somber, and extremely melancholic. I peered down at my white shoes that accumulated and kicked up dust, knowing well that seeing the ruins of this place would be one of the most heart-wrenching experiences of my life. I looked back up to a notorious brick building towering over me, and before I knew it, I was passing under it’s archway.

The day grew grayer and the clouds grew puffy. The air was crisp and the wind collided harshly with my face. It was miles of nothing. Barley any tourists. Barley any security guards or museum guides. Barley any signage guiding visitors where to go. It seemed almost as if this camp was left in its absolute original conditions; only a memorial was added at the end of the rail line where visitors could place stones and flowers to commemorate the victims of Birkenau. On either side of the track were brick barracks–the same ones that were at Auschwitz I. The concrete bunks still remained and showed how crammed in the prisoners were. Thomas discussed which persecuted minorities stayed in each barrack and explained the systematic process of how the Nazis systematically carried out their “master plan.” Seeing how disgusting the conditions were conveyed the message further of how evil humanity can be. Human beings treating other human beings like animals ready for slaughter; dehumanization isn’t even a plausible word to describe it.

 

GAS CHAMBERS

Next came the gas chambers– one out of the six was preserved to its entirety. I refused to go inside: I was already too overwhelmed by what I had been seeing. My parents told me that scratch marks of prisoners were engraved on the cement wall. After this, Thomas took us to the crematorium site where bodies were incinerated–mostly dead, some alive. These ovens were in an underground area aside a memorial specifically for those victims burned at Auschwitz II. I cannot even express the amount of heartbreak and anger I was feeling. Even after having a great depth of knowledge about these events and the details of what occurred from my research, it was appalling and enraging. The rage however, inspired me further to convey a message of promoting tolerance. It motivated me to ensure the voices of the millions murdered at the hands of the Nazis as well as those who survived would never seize to be heard.

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