10 I had never visited a concentration camp. We arrived at Westerbork without any preconceived notions, open to almost everything. To almost everything except for what I found. I expected, perhaps, a scream, a wound, a smell, a different silence. There are spaces of memory where it seems you can still hear the heartbeat of those who lived there. In Westerbork, I did not feel any of that. Trees, grass, paths, silence. A space so clean and pleasant that it seemed like a bucolic place to go with children to spend a Sunday evening.

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