You know, when contemplating a trip to Krakow one’s thoughts do tend to naturally turn towards death, despair and that point where humanity and art reached, for a while, something of a full stop.
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry when I fell upon a tour promising “Auschwitz tours in comfortable vans”
There is something in the line “transportation by a private car or max.8 person van” that just screams out packed, stinking terror filled cattle wagon roaring into the smoke of the oven.
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But, hey, you went there anyway. In relative comfort. I did offer you my stripey pyjamas, however…