on sunday morning a group of us left reultingen for a trip to Munich. we decided to make a stop at Dachau, the first and last concentration camp used by the nazis. no matter how much u have learned about the holocaust places like this will always shock and disturb u. dachau is best known for perfecting the sickeningly violent and uncompromisingly percise concentration camp model. as the only jew in my travel group i had assumed that the experience there would not have been as meaningful for the rest of the group, but i was wrong. it seemed to have a serious impact on the entire group. with my agnostic beliefs i am always confused when it comes to prayer but i had the urge to relate to my history and ancestry some how. but what could i say. there stood, in a place where people more righteous than i, made prayers with more meaning than i could understand. Lost, i asked a friend what he that a a proper prayer would be in a place like this. he respose was suprisingly satisfying. he told me to pray that the people who died here didnt die in vain, and that nothing like this ever happens again. this trip to dachau was very eye-opening and it serves as a reminder to the catastrophic results of ignorance.