To Berlin last week with my friend Vincent, and to Sachsenhausen concentration camp. Pronounced Saxon-hausen, a common placename in Germany. I would fain have avoided this visit but Vincent was keen. I'm glad we went, and I may have more to say about it in due course. But for now I just want to relate my own feelings as I went round. The point is, I had none. It was as if I were visiting any other archaeological site, a castle say with medieval dungeons, or a cathedral. I was bothered about this. Some inadequacy of sensitivity on my part.
|Members of our Sachsenhausen tour group inspect a hut charred by an arson attack in 1992|