The ‘end of the road’ for many, and the start of tortuous times for the rest. Jews were loaded onto a train for hours, sometimes days until they reached the Auschwitz-Birkenau concentration camp, where the sorting began. A man stood in front of the crowd and pointed left or right. One side sent you to the gas chambers, the other, to living hell. The strong looking were spared, majority of the woman and children weren’t. They didn’t care for people, they were just looking bodies that would fulfil the work they needed.
Today the train tracks remain. You can walk along them freely, but the presence of the terrors these represent still remains. These lines brought millions of innocent people to their deaths. It’s a strange thought to imagine as we stand there of our own choice gazing thoughtfully over them.