The last day in Munich was a whirlwind of emotions. Excitement bubbled within me at the thought of returning home to my bed and routine, yet sadness tugged at my heartstrings as I bid farewell to the adventures and newfound friendships forged in Germany. My final day was spent at the Dachau concentration camp, a sobering experience that challenged me to confront the horrors of the past. Despite the difficulty of walking through a place where so many suffered and died, I recognized the importance of preserving it as a reminder of Germany’s atrocities. As I wandered through the camp, I couldn’t help but wonder about the varying degrees of guilt felt by Germans today. It seemed to vary from person to person, influenced by their family history and personal connections to the events. Nonetheless, it was evident that Germany maintains utmost respect for the victims of this tragedy, refusing to sweep it under the rug.
