It was always on my bucket list to visit a Nazi concentration camp. To understand how humans can hate and discriminate to a level where mass killing and total extermination of others based on race, religion and/or social and mental status become acceptable (even legal) in their minds. What is this hatred? How could they go around their daily routines, their joys and their sorrows, knowing that through their decisions and hands so many others are suffering the worst possible treatment that recent history has ever witnessed.
Dachau Concentration Camp, the first concentration camp in Germany, on which all the future camps were modeled. The very atmosphere is sober, quite, still – as if, even after 75 years, the grounds, the buildings, the foundations, the air are traumatized by the atrocities rendered there.
Originally the camp was built to house 5000 prisoners and the number grew over the years – It housed Jews, homosexuals, political prisoners, gypsies, prisoners of war and whomever the Nazi government thought to be disloyal or dangerous to the regime. This is the only camp that operated the full 12 years of the Nazi rule.
It is a place to remember those who suffered, to learn that anything remotely similar should not happen again, and to ponder on the human ability to destruct and unleash evil.
For me Dachau is the most evil, the most inhumane place I have ever witnessed.
The picture is from the ongoing Mini exhibition in the BMW museum. Things that I learned today:
1- BMW initiated as the makers of fighter plane engines and motorbikes
2- BMW stands for Bayerische Motoren Werke
3- Not a very old company (the first car was introduced in the 1930’s) – but definitely The Ultimate Driving Machine
4- No visit to Munich should be complete without a visit to the BMW museum
We captured this scene on the train ride from London to Edinburgh. On the way we crossed some beautiful vistas. The spires of the white and gray churches of York, to the beautiful shores of Berwick-upon-Tweed and the small hamlets scattered in between; the route is a good definition of the word “scenic”. This is one of my more favorite shots from our trip back in 2010. It shows movement, as if the tree is swaying in the direction of the train and the green fields ending at the gray/blue water and the sky, which seems to be touching it, looks more like a painting than a photograph.