Learning is Learning.

5/3/10

I wonder why my trip to Terezin was so much different. In my mind, the layout is incredibly similar. I suppose there’s something about a guided tour with 25-some-odd other people and walking through something by yourself.

Plus, I don’t understand the Reconciliation.

Had I been a prisoner there, there would be no way I could ever come back here. I don’t understand how you can enter a place with such revolutionary fury, meet others with the same passion and come out forgiving those who put you there. I suppose it’s like the movies – with slightly less eloquent words. But I can’t understand how people come here with their Gucci bags and think, “I’m having an experience.” That’s not the way EXPERIENCES are made. That’s not what EXPERIENCES are about – that’s not how you change.

People were locked up here, 30 seconds from the coast – a coast that, from the other side is filled with city life – and they were told No. and thery were told Stop. And they were fenced in and held back and the most simple freedom of listening to the waves and getting inspired and Breathing for a couple minutes was taken away from them.

Talk about stress.