Ravensbrück. A quick little 30 second montage. I spent seven days in silence, alone. Songs made by nature, the whir of my bicycle pedals, or my footsteps were the only sounds my ears absorbed. Hours and hours spent exploring the grounds, which were mostly empty. Ravensbrück is a sprawl, with the former jugendlager (youth camp) which eventually became another killing center for the women, and the skeletal remains of Siemens factory where the women slave-labored cushioning its perimeters. Trees, wind, historic structures, ghost-hazes of terrible memories and me.