Photo above is of an entrance to a gas chamber.
The feeling which overwhelms you, as you walk through the gate of Camp 1, is the desire to leave.
I have just stood in a room which contains the hair of 40,000 people.
'The hair is not shot through with light
Is not parted by the breeze
Is not touched by any hand
Or rain or lips.’
I'm finding it difficult to write as this place leaves you stunned.
I didn't want to go into the gas chamber, but of course I had to, I had a choice.
On the extermination yard two black birds flew over - it’s a sunny day, but there are no birds singing.
Next stop Birkenau.