With a lump in my throat I went recently to former camp Westerbork. On the one hand, a beautiful day in beautiful weather and a sea of purple lupines. At the same time knowing that a transit camp for 107,000 Jews, Sinti and Roma to Nazi concentration camps. All these people have stood on that spot where I now stand itself.
As our guide told: a mini-town on the moors where former Jewish refugees were used to give substance to the organization of work: Jews caught so Jews. This seemed not all that serious, were theater performances, went to mainstream school, there was a large hospital to keep everyone healthy, ostensibly for work. For that reason, but fear to be put on transport, have never been revolts. The harsh reality was quite different: for 102,000 camp-citizins it was a one-way station to the gas chambers of Auschwitz and Sobibor, 5000 managed to survive this hell.
I tooksome pictures with my Canon G11 and slightly edited in Lightroom to make it more into line with the impression it had on me.