After a nice breakfast we all got ready and headed out to visit the Flossenburg Concentration Camp. I visited here on my last trip and it was a very somber and informative time. Today, Walter, Miriam, Diane, Brian, David and I all went. We left Wolkering around 10 a.m. and it took about an hour to drive the trek. We had beautiful greenery on all sides of us for the entire journey. We saw quaint towns on the rolling hills and rivers occasionally snaked out as we drove along. Walter pulled in to the parking lot a short 60 minutes later. We disembarked from the car and headed toward the entrance. We spent over 90 minutes just in the first building exhibit. There was so much information and stories to pour over, think and reflect on. We all wandered around at our own pace, reading and looking at the photos and personal items of a plethora of people whose lives were irrevocably changed due to the time spent at Flossenburg. I walked out after the first building, because I needed a breath of fresh air and a break before I went down to the next level. As I walked outside, it was raining, like the angels were crying because of the travesties that had occurred in this place.
I went back in and met up with Diane, and we walked through the downstairs together. When everyone finished this first phase, we walked back outside, into partly sunny skies... clouds moved slowly above us in the light wind. We walked to the rest of the areas that were outside, hardly talking, just taking in all that was to be had. After approximately 3 hours, we exited the Flossenburg Concentration Camp grounds, each taking away some powerful yet disturbing memories.
The images of this day will not soon be forgotten.
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