The worse nightmare sometimes is reality

Barbed wire.
Aushwitz barbed wire.
Aushwitz name originated by a German invention.
The city of the concentration camp is Oświęcim, 50 km west of Krakow.
There are almost nothing around the camp.
Right now, a desolate bus station.
Some disgusting fast food.
When you go in there's no breathe for you.
Something happened to you. Your voice is the silence.
Your thoughs disappears. A loud, ditasteful, woeful empty hit you.
If you breathe you can smell...i don't want to said what you can smell.
You begin to ask you why you're there, which is the sense, why you want to be witness of that horror.
Why? Is the question that pursuit you. Every second. Why?
How the man could be so cruel?
How the germans, the SS, the Nazis can follow some fucking orders.
How they could respect that rules.
Only for more lands, for sadisfy an old hate.
Why?How they could?
You can't see woman hair accumulate in a room.
Nazis accumulate it before send the woman toward the death.
You can see mountain of hair. Destinate to textile industries.
You can see the tins contained the gas that killed thousands of people.
You can see the bed, the tunnels, the jails.
You can't breathe normally.
I've been a week ago and today is the first time that I try to look at my pictures.
I've still this horrible sensation.
I don't know if the man can touch a llevel lower then that one.

Men like monsters.
The people of that age already know that.
They tried to express this feeling by maskerate art.
But there's wasn't solution.
Escape, the only way.

The worse nightmare sometimes is reality.