Dachau

All along our road trip, Germans had been coming up and greeting us excitedly in German, often talking motorhome talk and admiring our Possl. As I may have already mentioned, we had German number plates - from Dachau.

With this association following us throughout our journey, we decided that we couldn't return the van before visiting the Dachau concentration camp memorial. (Located only a short drive from the vans return location in Sulzmoos ). 

We knew it would be a somber day, and I decided to take no pictures, quite a change from my usual snapping away, but I didn't think pictures would do justice to the story of the camp and the lives that were forever changed here. And I wanted my focus for the day to be on the story of the lives affected here. 

Most of us have learned something of the horrors of the camps, and over the years I have read autobiographies, seen movies and plays and documentaries on the mass murders that happened. I don't think I can add anything further to the story of those who died, or those who survived, but look up Dachau if you are interested in knowing more. 

This was a well documented memorial site, austere, yet informative, telling a range of stories of those who were imprisoned here.