It's funny. I had imagined a gloomy hateful solar daytime inwards a sombre house similar Auschwitz precisely what greeted me couldn't hold upwards a starker contrast — the Sun was equally good bright, the flowers equally good radiant, the grass equally good green, the heaven equally good blue.
Yet nosotros all shared the same gloom equally nosotros trudged downwards the same railway millions did earlier us.
I volition ever recall this day.
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Das country of war herzzerreißend; ich bin sprachlos. Nie wieder Krieg.
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