After a warm en intense stay in Ustrzyki Dolne today a cold (9 degrees) windy and rainy day somewhere else. On the map it's called Oswiecim. The history tells me the most terrible things and my eyes see the truth that happened. No pictures, no drawings today. Only unbelief. About Auschwitz/Birkenau. I thougt I knew. I thought I listened to my teachers. I thought I understood the books, Anne Frank, you know.. Nobody knows.