Everyone knows the awful stories of Auschwitz, but it is not until you visit to see and feel the horrors of the place, does it really sink-in quite how unthinkable it must have been.
I felt the early, misty, blurry photographs taken on the bus journey through the forest on the outskirts was a chilling reminder of what the train passengers would have seen through the cracks of the cattle trucks, as they arrived on their final journeys.
At the station women and children were separated from the men, then stripped and shaved and ushered straight to the gas chambers. Told they were having a shower, they were then gassed en masse.
The men were separated into those that looked like they could be used for slave labour, for work such as shaving and saving the hair and teeth of the victims, raiding their possessions, taking and storing thousands of pairs of glasses and shoes. The ultimate job of feeding the bodies into the furnaces went to the most trusted inmates.
This visit will stay with me forever…