Dachau was a fairly short local train ride away.
And it was quite sobering in
comparison to the drunken debauchery going on in nearby Munich.
An
amazingly expressive statue outdside of the main museum. Not a whole
lot of pictures here. Felt too wierd to be taking snapshots of a place
where
thousands of people were murdered. What sort of tourist attraction is
that?
For those who may not know, Dachau was among the
first large Nazi
concentration camps. It was so extremely "successful" that most
of the
subsequent camps were modeled after it.
A shot across the now empty courtyard. The large
photograph shows how the
dormitory bunk buildings used to look. They were razed after liberation.
A
memorial at the far end of the complex.
Moats,
walls, barbed wire and gun turrets are all preserved. This was
one of those things we didn't really want to see... but rather felt we
had
to see. Seeing reminders of these sorts of atrocities is important, though.
It's not like it's completely a thing of the past.
But enough depression. We're here to have fun. Later that day we hopped
on a train bound northwestward... toward Brussels, Belgium.
