Heavy...

I sat on a bench in a courtyard where Hitler's body was burned. It was over the bunker where he shot himself after the Russians had taken the city.

I walked in and out of a concentration camp with a sign on the gate, "ARBEIT MACHT FREI", from which tens of thousands never left.

We heard a man speak who was there when East Germany fell and gave us the real story -- the one in which the fall of the wall itself is not significant.

I'm really not sure what to make of it all. I had an amazing time, but it was hard not to break down. I think that city will take me a while to fully appreciate.

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