I’ve been meaning to write about Dachau for some time now, but it’s a very difficult post to write–it’s unpleasant, it’s uncomfortable, and it’s just hard to get the words to say anything right. Something about the very shape and logic of language makes it the wrong vehicle to express anything about the Holocaust– where’s the shape or the logic to such atrocities?
But the post will get written. . . someday.
For now, I offer a photo of stones on the path by the barracks. They struck me as very beautiful and appropriate to the place: thousands of small stones, smooth and beautiful, but some so violently broken, to remind us not only of the atrocities of the place, but of the beauty of the souls who passed through. It seemed a fitting and reverent image to remember the victims of Dachau by.