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  • I try to find life in place that are remembered for death. When I did that at Auschwitz-Birkenau, I felt wrong, like life should never enter this place again. Instead of nature comforting me, it was torturing me. The frogs in the ash ponds, the hawk catching a mouse and flying off with it, and the bird that would not stop screaming out. These innocent parts of nature really upset me. I didn't want there to be life in such an evil place. It was as though the animals represented the fallen; the victims and the perpetrators. The hawk representing a nazi, while the mouse, a small child being taken away from his mother.
    There was only one other place that I didn't look for life and that was in the cemetery in Warsaw. Though I was not looking, I still had an encounter with a fox who was walking around the cemetery.
    I don't know why this habit became apart of my trip, but it did. Maybe to comfort myself; to remind myself that life still exists, but we still have to commemorate the ones lost in the Holocaust.
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