IT was very erie( don't know if I spelled it right) It was cold and dreary-- To see the outlines of each barrack--where prisoners of all sorts stayed. Imagining them holding each other up--standing in this bitter cold. It is still hard to imagine that a person can develope soooo much hatered for another human being. When we walked into the crematorium--shivers came over me. They told us that the brothers were hated by the other inmates because of their solidarity and love /concern for eachother.