2017 . August . Buchenwald

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.