eyestorm

I would love to teach English in Poland. A part of Europe I have not known. It pulls me. Especially the concentration camp memorial sites. I have no Jew in me. At least not for centuries that I am aware of. Yet the Jewish plight during World War II captivates me and always has. I don’t know why – people may think me sick for the fascination. But I’m not trying to be sick. Genocide. Same feelings toward Rwanda. It’s not that I think genocide is amazing. Just fascinating. There is a difference. What is the psychology that makes people do such things to each other? What is the psychology of survival? Would I be able to withstand such hardship? What would it be like to die? What if I could never see my family or friends again? How would I treat my life and family and friends differently if I knew we were going to be sent to concentration camps? Or butchered on some street? I want to see the ovens and the gas chambers. I want to stand on that holy ground and offer up an apology for the human race. Give out my deepest appreciation through my tears for what people have had to suffer. Then perhaps I will look at life differently, and hold it more precious than I do now.