It was as moving to visit Auschwitz as you might imagine. It was a rainy day, and we spend hours walking through the camp in the drizzle. It was Memorial Day.
I am grateful for an opportunity to have seen, in person, what most Americans only read about. It is real; it did happen; thousands died daily in this place.
It also helped to understand the bitterness that many Polish people harbor.
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