Erica: [Our bus ride to Auschwitz] reminded me of Schindler’s List, when the women were accidentally transported to Auschwitz, and the cheerful ignorance of the women in the car. I was the woman who saw the child on the side of the tracks who gestured his finger across his throat. She reacts as anyone would, stunned, but quietly so as not to cause a panic.
Meghan: As I walked under the gate that bears the lying words of Nazi propaganda, that when translated means “Work makes you free,” I felt as though a shroud had been pulled over me.

Jillian: The sun has been shining and warming us all week but on the most somber day of the trip, it is a miserable rain. I thought about what it would be like without my coat, my good shoes, my umbrella. It made their suffering all the more real.
Megan: We were freezing, wet, miserable, and our bodies ached. But say we had gone on a sunny day? Days that had to occur just as frequently during the war as they do now? How taunting, how wrong, those picturesque fields must have looked. How ugly and angry the brick buildings and puffing chimneys must have been against a blue, blue sky.

Andrea: I was trying to put myself in [my high school teacher’s] shoes and see what it would be like as a 17/19 year old girl at Auschwitz. For me, getting a good education and doing well in school was always one of the major things on my life’s list. For my teacher at that time, basic needs like water, food, and human identity were way more important to what I believed was important.
Marie: Walking into the prison block was a very scary experience. Knowing that every person that walked into that building would not walk out unless being led to the shooting wall made me feel like a part of me would never leave that building either.
Matt: There were so many things that I actually saw with my own eyes that until yesterday were true stories I could never prove. But I went there, I saw the bunkers and the chambers and the prisons. I saw where Maximilian Kolbe was killed. I saw the Hoess house and I went to the watch tower that looked out over the long, long tracks that shipped so many Jews to their death.

Katie: It was hard to see and hear everything about Auschwitz and know it did not change the world. There are still genocides and dictators and power-hungry people and countries. There are still racial jokes heard and said, still signs hung and destruction done. I guess that is what is hard for me. How do people end up the way they do? How did Hitler, Goebbels, or Mengele become that way they are? How does one keep themselves from becoming like that? How can we as a society eradicate these ideas?
Brad: The only words going through my head was “I’m sorry” for like 15 minutes. I couldn’t understand why this happened and I guess I’ve always wanted to help the people of the Holocaust in some way and since I can’t do anything to bring them back, all I could do was say sorry and that’s what I did.
Kaitlyn: [The emptiness] of Auschwitz and Birkenau really impacted me because it left me feeling hopeless and sad, which was only one tiny fraction of what the inmates must have been feeling when they were in the camp.
Riet: I kept forcing myself to think, “On this spot. On this stone. On this field. In this room. How many clashes of hobnailed boots? How many prayers? How many thuds of crude wooden shoes? How many lifeless limbs dragged over this threshold?” And I know I didn’t even begin to grasp it.
Kylie: The group of people praying near the crematorium was so touching to witness and brought the whole trip around a 360 degree for me. It made me realize what all of this work and educating myself was for – to make sure that those who were lost are no longer forgotten and never will be.

Marissa: It was comforting to me that on that cold, rainy Sunday afternoon, so many people were touring Auschwitz. There were hundreds, maybe a thousand, people there keeping the memory alive and forcing themselves to face the fact that this awful event did happen and that it should be remembered so that it doesn’t happen again. They were forcing themselves to face reality and to acknowledge that humans can be unfathomably cruel and illogical. It was so special and important for me to see hundreds of Jews and non-Jews praying at the memorial site at Auschwitz and to see teary-eyed people forcing themselves to keep moving through the camp. It, to me, was so necessary that people realize that what happened at Auschwitz not too long ago was a tragedy and that it was so very wrong. It is imperative that they face these facts of the past so that people can begin stopping and preventing genocide now and in the future.
Becca: The final thing I did was make the walk that thousands never got to make. I walked back out those gates and I did it for everyone who never could.

Photo by Alejandro
Inspired by the candles placed by visitors at the memorial in Birkenau, Daniela wrote this poem:
Burn brightly, little candle
You carry my sorrows and my fears.
Burn brightly, little candle
You carry my family’s loss and tears.
Burn brightly, little candle
You carry the memory of hundreds
Burn brightly, little candle
You carry the six million who are dead
Burn brightly, little candle
You carry the pain of men and women, boys and girls
Burn bravely, my candle
You carry the weight of the world.