In January I went with my daughter to Krakow, Poland to visit Auschwitz. I have no relatives that were there, I don't know anyone who was there and I haven't met anyone who was there in my entire 50 years, and I have travelled a lot. However, it is not surprising I haven't met anyone - it was a death camp.
I wanted to go to show my respects to the millions of people who not only died and suffered there, but at all the camps under Nazi rule. As a child the shock that human beings could behave in that manner has stayed with me my entire life. I will never get used to the fact that people can go beyond the cruel to the nonchalant about human suffering.
I was concerned at first that Auschwitz would be a horrific tourist site, I was wrong. Yes there were a lot of visitors, but the atmosphere was mostly one of respect rather than voyeuristic; just the odd over zealous photographer.
I am glad I heard their story, it needs to be told for many years to come. This photograph I hope reflects the gravity of Auschwitz; I will always keep their plight in my heart.
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