My Trip to the National Holocaust Museum.

So on Thursday (July 5th) I did not have to work, but my friends did, so I decided to go exploring. I have wanted to get to the Holocaust Museum for awhile now and I decided that is where I would go. The reason? Because it is a very sad place and Burke did not want to see it, so I figured it would be the appropriate day to go, because I would be by myself. I managed to find it without a problem and arrived relatively early. I then found out that I would have to wait until 11:45am to enter the permanent exhibit (where you get a story and see what happened). It was around 10:30am at this point, so I went through a couple of the smaller exhibits and then did what any sane young woman does when she has a good amount of time, I called my mother. We chatted for awhile and I told her what I was doing for the day, she was very excited about it, and I told her I would keep all the informational brochures I received so that she can see them when I return home in August.

I then entered the permanent exhibit and chose at random an identification card, for the rest of the time I was there my name was Alice Karkauerova Seelenfriedova. I was born in Czechoslovakia in 1903. I attended secondary school and graduated marrying my childhood sweetheart. Sadly in 1934 my husband died, so I moved home to live with my parents once more. In 1939 the Germans came in and imposed strict rules, I was eventually deported to Theresienstadt Ghetto in western Czechoslovakia, I spent only a few days there and was sent on another transport to Poland where I either died in a Nazi work camp or an extermination camp, no one is sure.

After going through the permanent exhibit, which was very solemn, especially the room with all of the collected shoes which were on loan from the remembrance museum in Auschwitz. Seeing all the shoes, with the amount of variety from little children's shoes to men's work shoes to ladies sandals. It was a very strong experience. I then went to the remembrance hall and lit a candle in honor of the woman I had become for a few hours. After paying my respects to the many lives that were forever cut short I returned to the RAF to complete some homework and ponder on history (as I usually end up doing, even though other people don't always follow).

One quote that really spoke to me in the exhibit was this one: "Where books are bunred in the end people will burn."
~ I thought about this quote for quite a while and I believe it to be more true than false.