I stepped out of the bus in Terezín on a deceptively sunny winter day. The sky was blue and the sun was shining, then the cold wind whips up and whacks you like a frozen fish to the face. I was about to enter a monument to one of the darkest periods in human history.
I walked down the windswept path through the Jewish cemetery which contained mostly unmarked graves, adorned only with small gravestones with numbers and small pebbles and stones laid on them. I'm not sure why Jews lay stones on graves, and Google wasn't much help. It might have something to do with the fact that flowers don't grow in the desert, but don't quote me on that.
After leaving the ghetto, I saw the remains of the railway used to transport the Jews on to their final destinations in the extermination camps of Auschwitz and others. I've been to Auschwitz, Dachau and now Terezín. It never gets easier to visit these places, and it never should. I feel that it is very important to remember what heinous crimes we humans as a race, 'master' or otherwise, are capable of committing when we are at our very worst.
Henke Tour, a Danish tour company operating in the Czech Republic, booked me to photograph Terezín for their website and promotional materials.