Today it was Buchenwald.
Largely destroyed with heaps of buildings and their smithereened parts strewn everywhere.
A horrendous view from this hilltop hell.
It might have been a beautiful view in other lifetimes or lives lived, but up here, surrounded by brutality, one look down over the vast view of farms and villages must have brought a certain kind of aching smash to the hearts of the prisoners.
And my heart?
Never gets over the thousands upon millions who suffered these cruelties.
I carry them all with me, here, inside.
Considering the bigger picture of this devastating place, my empathy is a trite little effort to make a difference in a world gone by that I cannot change.