Ordered. Structured. Codified.
Auschwitz was an experience I have not fully processed and therefore, not completely ready to write about. All I can really say at this point is that it was a place of unimaginable cruelty performed with technical precision and serves as a reminder of what we are capable of doing to each other, for each other and for the survivors, what we can overcome.
From within these walls and wires, there are the stories of the extremes of inhumanity but what people have to remember is that there were also extremes of beauty. There are stories hidden, forgotten, lost. Instances of charity and goodwill under the harshest of circumstances that were never recorded, stolen. This shouldn't be.
There is no way I am able to fully express the experience at this point, perhaps I never really will be able. It doesn't really matter what I feel about it though other than the understanding and clarity gained, the perspectives of a world I can only hope will never be repeated, and my role in ensuring it never is.
Work will set you free
It was a lie told, but not untrue.
The type of work we each do in this world matters.
As do our intentions.
Taraz
[ a Steem original ]