The difference between European and British beer was evident in the fact that non of the four of us woke up with a hangover. the seem to prefer taste over chemicals unlike here plus the bar amids as in Prague seemed more friendly, better looking and didn't spend all the time texting, reading a crap magazine or looking mardy.
after a nice four course breakfast sat out in the sun discussing the staes of our insides and bowle movement over the past 30 or so hours (or not in certain cases) we packed the bags, "acquired" the local paper on the reception area of the hotel we jumped into the Panda and is was off to the old concentration camp in Belsen Bergen
After about 40 mins and a detour to a working British Army base by mistake. the guards face was one of a "what the fuck are these clowns doing here" types.
It is difficult to put into words what went on at the camp in the years between 1940-45 so i wont. the pictures speak for themselves. the suffering that went on here in my mind can never be brought home totally.the material in the displays is heartbreaking. the films and pictures just sickening.the strange thing i felt was although the British liberated the camp we got there i bit to late. although i have huge respect for every allied solider that lost there life in that terrible war.
walking around the camp in the blistering 37 degree heat was very humbleing. the were stories of how the normal German people threw food over the wall in the camp for the prisoners as they were appaled at what was going on in there only to get shot by the SS. and that the British generals order the Nazi leaders to dig the graves for the dead and throw the bodies in.once the camp was liberated.
WE WILL NEVER FORGET! NOR FORGET HOW LUCKY WE ARE TO LIVE WHEN AND WHERE WE DO.
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