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From our apartment in Sendling, Dachau is only 25 minutes away by car. Even though these cities are so close in proximity, Dachau is an astoundingly much older city than Munich. Where as Munich just celebrated its 850th birthday last year, Dachau reached its 1200th in 2005.

We learned that the Dachau Concentration Camp Memorial Site was a former powder and ammunition factory during World War I. The war ended when the Treaty of Versailles was signed and so did the production of ammunition. This made things very bad for workers in Dachau during the 1920s.

How bad? Dachau had the highest unemployment in all of Germany, double the national average. Just as it started to worsen, a new political movement was breaking out in Munich, which led to the formation of the “German Worker’s Party”. The leaders of Dachau abandoned the idea to attract private industry to stimulate their economy and instead chose to convince the Bavarian government to use the old powder and ammunition site for a civilian labor and military camp.* Things unfold from there that were later labeled as “morally corrupt”.

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We walked the grounds as a group of 20 some English speakers for two and a half hours. Our guide took us through the history of the camp. I imagined a cauldron of unforeseeable circumstances bubbling in a pit fire beneath tattered shelves barely supporting fragile vials of catalysts.

Reactions were mixed among the group. Most were stoic. Those who seemed in different degrees detached stood out for me the most: With playful disregard, a young man snaps a shot with an extended arm opposite to a goofy smile and a backdrop of barrack outlines. A young college student asks the cognizant German guide if anyone has ever “puked” after walking through Barrack X, to which the puzzled guide responded, has ever what? A new retiree concludes at the end of the tour that all of this resulted from one evil, mad man.

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Is this what it means to be human?

Thinking of all the uniqueness and wonder humans bring to the world, it is hard to image that we are capable of doing this to ourselves. Decades later, we are able to glimpse at our inner beast from almost all angles and still we resort to simplifications. Our collective guilt, our frailties are too much to bear. Can we evolve away from this side of ourselves? Or can we educate ourselves adequately to prevent this from happening again? So far from recent history we have proven we cannot.

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