Auschwitz Concentration Camp

Auschwitz: "It's Not the Sights so Much as the Sounds"

My mother very rarely talked about what happened to her in the Second World War. There were short bursts of recollection, little anecdotes of walking for days on end, seeing bodies scattered in the road. Bombed out buildings. Soldiers and military vehicles everywhere. But the essence of her story was missing. Or not told.