March of the Living 1999 Diary

April 13, 7:30 PM

Jacob [Note: the person I was sitting next to on the bus] went to sleep (or the semblance thereof), and there’s a little more light left, so I can continue for a bit. This might get disjointed because I’m throwing random thoughts down on the page. Please bear with me.

First thing that I just remembered: outside the barracks at Birkenau, someone had hung a no-smoking sign. I found that ironic, almost funny.

(it takes so much effort to keep my pen from shaking on this bus and this road)

It’s odd how everyone on the bus has returned so quickly to a state of normality. We’re all having normal conversations. Some people are sleeping. It’s as if nothing happened today. Then again, I’m sure that if people aren’t thinking of it now, everyone will be at some point. It won’t be forgotten.

I had a neat story idea. It would be an alternative universe/history, where the Germans had won WW2. It would be told from the perspective of an Aryan boy, and would probably be set in a classroom, and take the form of his lesson. I’ll have to think about it. It would bring the phrase "history is written by the victors" heavily into play.

I hope I can read this when I’m less tired and am looking back. I’ll write later.

Bye,
Julie