More examples of disgustingness

Birkenau is about a two minute drive from Auschwitz. People who came to this camp had VERY LITTLE chance of survival. This was a death camp. Barracks in the camp were made from materials from houses that were in the area.

There was a part of Birkenau that families were allowed to live at. There was a section for Jewish familes and another section for Roma familes. Pictures would be taken of children playing and having a good time. These pictures would be distributed in order to promote the camp as an okay place. The people would then be forced to write postcards as dictated by the SS. The postcards would be sent to places all over Europe. The postcards would say things about how everything was okay in the camps and that the camps should stay around. The people were killed after the postcards were written.

We saw the barracks. Let me start off by saying that around 400 people stayed in a building designed for 52 HORSES. On one side, tri-level bunk beds. Ten to 16 people slept on each level. The top bunk was the best way to sleep for a few reasons: It was warmer, it wasn't covered by less human urine/feces than the lower bunks, and the insects and rats were less likely to bother the third level. People had to try to protect their head/face from rats at night. On the other side of the stable, I mean barracks: 120 toilets. Let me rephrase that. It was a huge slab of concrete with 120 holes in it. Don't forget that there was no toilet paper.

Language at the camps was a huge issue. People came from all over. I never thought about this. People were forced to live together without being able to communicate.

I went into the guard tower that is at the entrance of the death camp. It was disgusting. The picture of the stairs is when I got to the top. I tried to imagine SS walking up those stairs. What could they have been thinking? Did they think what they were doing was wrong? Were they embarassed to be a part of this? Did they want to secretly help the prisoners? Did they secretly help them? How did they sleep at night? How was I going to sleep tonight? How am I going to explain my experience here? How can I portray the emotions I have experienced in these three hours? Why did this happen? Why?