September 25, 2004 6:35 PM
Today Adam drove us to the site of Stutthof concentration camp. The large memorial had skulls and thigh bones and teeth encased in dirt behind a long glass wall. We walked inside the remaining wooden row houses where there were displays of huge piles of shoes, photographs, drawings, and a powerful sense of something else there with us. We walked inside the former crematorium where the light is kept low and the atmosphere reminded me strangely of an old cathedral. I had a definite awareness of collective love surviving in the spirits inside the suffering and oblivion behind this “wall of death.” It was incredibly sad.