. There is an operating table where prisoners destined for the crematorium were dismembered and sliced open, dissected, there is even a sink-hole for
the blood (photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net...). After the victims were dead, the
corpses were burned in ovens (photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net...). Their souls
went out the chimney, the only way out of the camp, and their ashes were piled, soon explained. A horrible fact about the crematorium, the man in
charge of burning the corpses in the ovens, used to live near the entrance, and he used to shower in the oven rooms, why? Because it always warm in
there. It's hard to think that people can be treated this way, even after death. This is wrong by the most basic instinct. 50 meters from the
crematorium were fields, bumpy fields (photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net...),
where on November 3rd, 1943 18,400 Jews were executed by machinegun fire into death pits. One shot per Jew, since ammunition was valuable during the
war. If a Jew was injured but not killed, he would not get a "kindness shot" to put him out of his misery. He would just be buried under the next
wave of kills, maybe his father, sister, mother, brother or child. This was done on November 3rd when the Nazis wanted to clear out the camp because
of soviet advancement. Our last station in Majdanek was the mound of ashes. Many of my classmates fell apart facing this pure evil. Pure evil. When
the Red army liberated this camp, they found *7 tons* of ash. Burnt bodies from the crematorium. Around 79,000 burnt bodies in ash form one on top of
the other. The mound is covered with a giant concrete disk
(photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net...). Above the ashes, on this disk
(photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net...), reads in Latin: "Our fate, A warning to
you". We held a ceremony, more sadness than pride. And left.
Day 3.
Today was much less emotional, A monument to the "Righteous among the Nations", this is a title given by "Yad Vashem" holocaust memorial museum in
Jerusalem for any none Jew that has saved a Jew or Jews during WWII while risking his or his family's life, in exchange for nothing and by his own
morals.
To show us another side of Poland we were taken to the salt mines
(photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net...), they are amazing
(photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net...). Complete with a church inside
(photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net...). Today was Friday so we had Kabalat
Shabat prayers in a temple with other visitors to Poland.
Day 4.
We had a very long drive to Krakow. Everyone was sleepy. The Transformation is amazing. From sadness and tears to our cheerful selves, around good
friends that we love. It's very special. We toured in and around the Krakow Jewish ghetto. There is barely anything left. Tight streets used to house
thousands of Jews. Now none. We came to an ally of an apartment house
(photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net...). There is a story between these
walls. I hope I get this one right since I heard it only once. It happened during one of the deportations of the Jews from the Krakow ghetto to
Auschwitz. This building was being raided by Nazis looking for hiding Jews. In a hiding place were 17 Jews, including a baby. They heard footsteps
coming up the stairs towards them. The baby started crying. If the baby would cry and a German would hear it, they would all be doomed.


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