Salaspils

Today I visited Salaspils, the site of a former concentration camp.

It was not piles of shoes and suitcases, but a memorial. But it was still significant, in what was not there, and what that emptiness provoked.

I am still trying to find the words...

On the way home, I thought "why do I seek out this history?". And then that night I watched at length the tenth anniversary of the Srebenica death march and I knew why I visit such places.

Because we have learned nothing...