My trip to Berlin was absolutely unreal. I had no idea there was THAT much history all in one city. It was so interesting to walk through a city that has been torn apart by war so many times. Most of the buildings had been burned down before and reconstructed. Sometimes they would repair the buildings and use the same statues from the previous building. The statues would be charred and blackened. Ps I can't figure out this whole blog thing so the pictures are in the opposite order of what I wanted them but they take so bloody long to upload that I don't want to do it again. So I will try to tell you about my day in reverse.
We finished our day at this building. I cannot remember the name of it but our tour guide told us that it is noted as one of the buildings with the worst architecture. Apparently there is far too much going on.

After we walked through the holocaust memorial we went to an even eerier place. We walked in between some apartment buildings and into a parking lot with some trees and grass. He stopped us there and said that this was one of the MOST important places in all of Berlin and perhaps Europe. We were standing where Adolf Hitler killed himself. There were no signs. There was no stone marking it. Under where we were standing was Hitlers underground bunker. As he could hear Berlin falling he and his mistress took cyanide pills and a gun shot to the head. This is a debated point of history because no one exactly knows how he died. That is why some tabloids will tell you he was spotted in Cancun. Forget the fact that he is about 120 years old by now...
There was so much to see in Berlin and I really wished that I could have seen more. It was so interesting to hear of all the history that has taken place in one city. I don't understand how people can live there and not be touched by the tons of memorials and other important buildings that serve to remind us of our past.
We also visited a concentration camp just outside of Berlin. This was one of the first camps and was a model for all of the rest. It was Sachsenhausen. This was a work camp and not a death camp but even still somewhere between fifty and one hundred thousand people were murdered at this site. It was chilling to stand in a square where hundreds of people were beaten to death. To see where they were forced to run over rocks and difficult terrain with 20 kg backpacks on until the died from exhaustion. We saw the Jewish barracks and the prison where "special" people were kept. Legend has it that Joseph Stalin's son was imprisoned there. The Soviets captured a German field marshal and the Germans called Stalin to try and strike a deal. Stalin's reply was, I would never trade a Lieutenant for a field marshal. Joseph Stalin's son died at Sachsnehausen by throwing himself on an electric fence. But nothing was more horrific that seeing the gas chamber. Seeing the "doctors office" that prisoners would be sent to before they were shot to see if they had any gold teeth. The most shocking was to stand in front of the actual furnaces that were used to burn twenty to fifty people a day. There were so many horrible stories that I don't believe I will ever forget. Mental snapshots of Sachsenhausen that will never fade from my memory. It was a truly horrifying place. For the first time during the entire weekend, my group of over 100 rowdy, obnoxious college kids were absolutely silent.