My fear about writing a blog is failing to grasp the words that articulate what I have seen and how I feel. Today we walked through places that have housed innocent people, onto whom unimaginable horrors were inflicted.
It is difficult to find the words to describe the experiences of these people in a way that will respectfully and accurately portray the level of pain they felt. How can I find the words to portray the feeling of being starved until your appearance becomes the epitome of “hunger”? How can I find the words to portray the emotions that come with seeing your friends, family members, whole community or yourself die? How can I find the words to portray the confusion a child must have felt as their toys, shoes, freedom and other possessions were taken away? How can I portray an individual, who had been freed physically from a concentration camp but was still mentally and emotionally shackled by the past?
Because of this, out of respect for their lives, I will not attempt the impossible and I will write little.
Here are some little things that I noticed today:
Thank you for reading.
Upper row, from left to right:
Suzanne Dever (Sontaya's aunt)
2/20/2019 12:51:07 am
Wow. So today was a big day. I was anxious about this trip when I initially heard about it because you are visiting places where unspeakable horror has occurred. I feared that you would be haunted by some of the images and places you walked through. I do hear many of you grappling with how there can be beauty, sunsets, and children playing where murder occurred and was memorialized.
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