Struthof.
Le memorial national de la déportation.
Archi: Bernard Monnet. Construit en 1955;
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Struthof.
Le memorial national de la déportation.
Archi: Bernard Monnet. Construit en 1955;
Here's today's recap :
This morning we first went to a concentration camp (Struthof) and it took us 15 minutes to figure out were the entry was.
We ate a sandwich with some crisp but the cheese was literally a solid block and it wasn't really good either.
After lunch we went to the fort of Muzvitsh and the guide talked to us about ghosts. There were also a lot of stairs and my legs were completely dead by the end of the visit.
Deux photos identiques, deux ambiances différentes. A l'heure où je programme ce post, l'article du @struthof_officiel est en cours de rédaction. J'ai du mal à l'écrire je dois dire ! Les photos sont pourtant traitées. Mais, quelque chose me chagrine. Ils parlent bien de l'histoire durant la guerre 39-45. Mais, ils ont presque occulté une autre partie de son histoire. Et toi, savais-tu que le camp de concentration du Struthof a eu une "seconde" vie entre 1945 et 1949 ? J'en parlerai dans l'article en cours de rédaction. Certaines choses ne sont pas enseignées dans les livres d'histoire, malheureusement. Revenons aux deux photographie. Dans l'article, je compte y mettre les photos en noir et blanc. T'en penses quoi ? ça donne un côté plus... Réaliste de l'histoire, je trouve. Non ? . . #campdeconcentration #campdeconcentrationstruthof #struthof #histoiredelalsace #histoirealsace #histoirealsacienne #guerre39_45 #nepasfairelesmêmeserreurs (à Camp de concentration de Natzweiler-Struthof) https://www.instagram.com/p/CR2_rLioZ8N/?utm_medium=tumblr
Procrustes
things I am scared about:
slow internet connection,
forgetting passwords, colour,
stepping off electric staircases
a moment too early;
full stop’s claw which follows
everything we forget to be for each other.
I fear unpronounceable names,
houses where nobody lives;
I fear befriending monsters,
past tense verbs in statements about future.
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DAY 3; Natzweiler
The last day, we went to the Natzweiler concentration camp. It was a cool experience. We learnt a lot of lessons and important things. To not make the same mistakes again. Would not recommend going there with very young kids or overly sensitive people, because it`s super sad and horrible. You picture everything that happened in your mind. It`s probably one of  the saddest and most horrific places i have ever visited. There is also a beautiful monument right next to it. Every year people come together to honor and remember the victims. The survivers often go too, to warn the younger generations and to celebrate their lives and how strong they were. The camp is a reminder that racism is idiotic and we should all love eachother the way we are and not discriminate. No matter our sexuality, religion, nationality or appearance. All of our hearts go out to those affected. The memorial is beautiful. The actual camp is devastating. They’re was also so many wooden statues from this kinda abstract artist everywhere. The commandant of the concentration lived right next to the camp in the comfort of his own home with all of his family and a huge swimming pool. Which is very disturbing