Dachau is one of those places that is a paradox. You are glad you are there to experience it. And at the same time, you’re extremely disturbed by what you are experiencing. There are many people, yet it’s mostly quiet as everyone tries to process the emotions that are running ramshod over them. It’s ground that has become a memorial and at the same time it is a memorial, a type of “sacred ground,” because of the atrocities that happened there. The grounds are typically very full of people. Yet it feels empty.
The camp has several monuments on the grounds. This monument needs no words.
Other monuments need a bit of explaining. Like this one.
It is a monument built in the 1960’s. It shows the patches the prisoners would wear to identify which prisoner group they were a part of (you can see the chart at the bottom of this post). There is some controversy with this monument. Apparently, it doesn’t recognize all who were prisoners here. Groups like gypsies are left off of the monument. There were other groups mentioned, but unfortunately I can’t remember which groups. Regardless, it takes time to deal with the atrocity – really it takes time, patience and God.