In Kazimierz Dolny, every tourist stand sells a version of the “Lucky Jew” folderal. I now know the word for these trinkets because I came back to our swank hotel and googled “What’s the deal with the antisemitic tourist items in Poland”?
So what of Auschwitz-Birkenau as place? How does it manifest as witness, for me?
When I got home, I realized I saw Auschwitz Birkenau through its trees…
I’m on the other side of my time in Amsterdam and Den Haag, with one day left and it’s a work day, not a tourist day. I leave for Poland on Saturday. Mostly for family and friends who are probably wondering why I’m not posting about my trip like usual on Facebook, this post includes odds and ends.