On a more serious note, our first stop was Mauthausen Concentration Camp. This was probably more in the "enlightening" category and because of that it was the most memorable experience for me. Over sixty years later and you can still feel a spirit of evil there. And excuse the sappiness, but my heart ached for the suffering souls that passed through that camp. It is impossible to fathom the depth of hatred and evil within the hearts of those responsible for this. The evil that would allow them to  justify their actions and beliefs.

The camp is completely silent. It felt out of place to speak in anything but a whisper.

For me as a (budding) photographer, rather than trying to document the beauty, as I usually attempt to do, I was documenting the hatred that existed and the healing that is trying to take its place. It's a hard thing to describe.