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From our window at the Hotel Galicja.
The Iconic Entrance
Notice the arm, and the puddles and the crushed stone road
Only camp that used numbers
Trudging March of Uniforms
Actual uniforms worn, the ones I reached far in and touched
From across the room these panels appeared to be gray rectangles with a white background
My finger for reference on the “gray” panel. There were 15 of these.
Fifteen panels taller than me with font this small showing names and dates.
Empty canisters of Zyklon B
From Höss's Gallows
To Höss’s right as he hung to death, the back door to the crematorium.
Where I was when I lost my daughter
They have been counting people in this place a long time.