Sorry about that, but dinner just arrived. As I was saying… 20,000 were killed at the camp, the place had an eerie presence. I was not as moved by its contents as I was by Anne Frank’s house or the synagogue in Prague, although, when they showed the movie explaining what happened in the camp, I did get teary-eyed. I’m not sure if my lack of reaction was caused by having seen it so many times now—like my boredom of seeing a majestic castle or beautiful church—or because the Jews only made up a seemingly small percentage of Drachau. Either way, I walked through the grounds, as a disinterested surveyor, barely acknowledging what had happened or how it should affect me.
I just finished my meal at a restaurant outside the Munchen (Munich in German) train station. We’re leaving tonight on a 8:30pm train for Rome.