Amid the vast pillars of concrete, stand modern people who experience this architecture which was built as a memorial to the millions who died in concentration camps, or were otherwise murdered at the hand of Nazism. What's interesting is watching people here. Some people walk slowly, quiet in thought. Some kids weave in and out, and sounds of laughter echo off the tall stones. Some pose in front of the whole structure in glorified poses. Some may find the seemingly irreverence rude or disrespectful. While that may be, let it be known that the architect built it with no set meaning to its design. It was made to be interpreted by the visitor. To which I then think: how grateful I am that we live at a time where children can laugh. And play. And where young couples can kiss. And where teenagers can smile. With this perspective, the laughing is almost refreshing hope in juxtaposition with the deep sorrowful loss felt here.
Es war wie treppen...runter runter runter.
Wie Gott...das geht zum Himmel, und die treppen fuhren zum Satan.
In the middle Of the monument, the ground is a bit deeper, but also rises and falls in waves.