On my recent trip to Germany, I had the chance to visit the Dachau concentration camp. It was one of the most intense and unreal experiences I have had - it was eerie, terrifying and definitely thought-provoking. This was especially so at the isolation bunkers. Just walking along the corridors made my heart heavy and I felt frightened to my core. Imagining what the prisoners would have felt was not even possible, and it left me both deeply saddened and in awe. In awe because it amazed me how some prisoners found it in themselves to push on and endure and survive such extreme torture. It reminded me of Viktor Frankl's book that I had to read in existential psychology and his ultimate conclusion that even in the most painful and dehumanising situation, life has potential meaning and thus, even suffering is meaningful.
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-A gas chamber disguised as a shower room in Dachau-
Of course I could not even attempt to understand what those prisoners had to endure, but it did make me ask myself, for what am I complaining about?
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