Goethe and Schiller Statue |
This is the first of many weekend trips we took, but we did not come for the cultural aspects. We came for the camp right outside of the town. Buchenwald was a concentration camp and the closest one to the city of Marburg. We arrived on Friday afternoon and after we got into our hostel we decided to go the Bauhaus museum. It is the 100 year anniversary of the movement and they had just opened a new museum for it and it was amazing. Here are some pictures of the art work.
Saturday was spent totally at Buchenwald. I could not take pictures in respect for the site as is the guideline. Before I get into what it was like to walk the camp here is a link for the site.
There is something about entering these places that make you shudder. It did not help that they day we went it snowed on us briefly in the morning and I had forgotten my winter jacket. I walked the perimeter of the camp in the snow and cold, shivering and yet knowing I had more clothes then most of the inmates did here. The camp has a few buildings still standing, but the first building we entered was not an original. It was museum about how the camp was used by the soviet troops after the second world war. It was a nice and sombering start but it was the lightest part of the day. After that we entered the camp proper and the snow had stopped. We then headed to the former depot building where they had a museum about how the camp was used and what lead up to the events, and I can’t properly describe the awful feeling you got walking through and learning. The worst part was the actual uniforms from former prisoners donated. The last museum on the property was the bathhouse, where prisoners were stripped washed, shaved, and given their uniforms. That museum held artwork from prisoners. The depot museum was awful, but walking the bathhouse was chilling. After the museums we explored the grounds. It is very empty, but, you cannot fully describe the feeling you gain walking this place. You can tell that evil was done and it makes sick in a sense and wanting to cry and just wonder how any person do this. There was barack specially just for children. There was no one spared here. I wish that I could describe this place and how it felt to walk the ground, but it is something only to be experienced.
After the camp, we went back to the hostel and just spent a quiet evening trying to process and deal with the feelings the camp left us with. Sunday was just a trip back to Marburg. This was a trip I am glad I took, and it is very important to take, but I never want to walk a camp again.