I took so many notes and what I am left with is this: The earth is weeping in these places. I turn to poetry because I have no other language. I could try and tell it like a fairy tale: the long winding drive out to a place called Sobibor though a lush green countryside in the rain, going deeper and deeper into the forest, tall pine trees, denuded, reaching up to the sky.
This is just beautiful writing. Thank you.