

On Jan. 25, I left the United States to begin a semester abroad in Israel as part of the Eisendrath International Exchange. With 70 other high school students from across the country, my assignment was to study Hebrew and Jewish history in addition to taking regular high school classes.
The four-month program included a weeklong trip to Poland. When I signed up, I did not give that trip much thought.
As it turned out, that week would leave a lasting impression on me.
Sad, but furious
The purpose of the trip to Poland was to visit historical sites and learn about the Holocaust. I had studied the Holocaust before, but nothing could prepare me for seeing the evidence firsthand.
On March 22, before leaving Israel, my group heard a Holocaust survivor speak. The story was compelling and sad, but uplifting because this was a survivor. Immediately after this first story, we went to the airport to fly to Poland, where we would hear many more stories.
Our group’s first stop was Tikochen, an old, prominently Jewish town. My teacher walked us around the town, explaining what Jewish life was like before the Nazis came. I was relieved that we were not seeing tragedy right off the bat. We were afraid of what our reactions would be to the horrors we knew we would be learning about.
We did not have to wait long.
We were told a story of how Nazis came to Tikochen, put all the Jews in trucks and drove them 10 minutes into the nearby woods.
We then made that same drive.
As we walked through the woods, one of only two survivors of Tikochen told us what had happened right where we were standing. The Jews were forced to dig mass graves and then they were shot into them. I could not get the thought out of my head.
We reached our destination: three mass graves with fences around them. Many people in the group cried, but most were silent.
My reaction surprised me: I was furious. I could not believe how angry I was at the Nazis and at everyone who let these horrors happen. I had never encountered anger before when learning about the Holocaust, but now I wanted to punch a tree.The only satisfaction I got was seeing the Israeli flags on all the fences. The meaning of the flags was quite simple: a Jewish state exists. I decided I would wear my yamulke, the Jewish head covering, wherever we went that week. This would symbolize that we, the Jewish people, have beaten all odds and are still here.
That is our revenge.In the middle of a busy street
That night we watched the movie “Defiance,” about Jewish brothers living in Nazi-occupied Eastern Europe, on our bus while going to our next destination. Although it is supposed to be an uplifting movie of Jews living and fighting back in the woods, it took on a different meaning for me.
As I looked out the side of the bus while we drove past wooded area, I thought, Jews could have been killed right there — Jews could have been hiding for their lives right where I was looking.
I think one of the administrators of my trip summed it up best. He said, [
“Poland is just one big Jewish graveyard.” It is a disheartening and scary thought — around 4 million Jews were killed in Poland.
The next big stop was Majdonek, a camp that was used almost exclusively for extermination. On our way there, we drove on a busy city street. I looked out my window to the right and saw it: a death camp.
My anger instantly came back. How could these people, 70 years ago, be so close and yet do nothing?
We walked up to the entrance, which was adjacent to a well-traveled road.
A couple walked with a stroller. People walked their dogs. Kids rode bikes down this street.
I was enraged. Did these people think this was a park? How could they just walk casually by without shuddering at the horrors that took place a few feet away?The first thing we did at Majdonek was walk through the camp’s gas chamber — a horrible thing to see. Right where I was standing, Jews had been crammed in naked and then gassed to death.
I felt a hatred I had never felt before. Who could do that to another person?We then did what no Jew was able to do 70 years ago: Walk out.
After seeing a room full of shoes belonging to Jews and walking around the enormous Majdonek, we walked through the crematorium, where we were face to face with
a gigantic mound of human ash. At this point, my anger had mostly subsided and I was feeling sad and remorseful. It was the first time I had physically seen everything, and it was tough.
My teacher made a comment that stuck with me. He said,
“Majdonek really scares me because it’s so well kept. All the buildings are so well preserved that with a flick of switch and a phone call — it is back up and running.”It had been a tough day for all of us, but there was more to come.
Auschwitz
The next day we were at Auschwitz. We spent the whole morning at Auschwitz II (more commonly known as Birkenau).
The gigantic Birkenau is where almost all the Jews went — somewhere around 1.75 million square meters and four gas chambers to Majdonek’s one. But Birkenau was almost in ruin — Nazis destroyed it while trying to get rid of evidence.
We entered the camp and followed train tracks. The tracks had been extended to go right to the gas chambers, so that the Jews could get off the train and go straight to their death.
The walk from the entrance to the rubble of the gas chambers, which we learned were used 24 hours a day, seemed to take forever. I stood where more than 1 million Jews were killed, and the miserable, sad feelings rushed back.
We then walked around the rest of Birkenau, which took hours due to its size. We saw the cabins where the more physically fit Jews who did manual labor slept. We saw the crematoriums and also some memorials. It was the longest few hours of my life.
We had all experienced so much sadness during the past few days that we were ready to be done. But we all knew seeing these things was important.
Lessons learned
We flew back to Israel. When we landed around 5 a.m., I was not tired at all. I couldn’t get over the fact that I had just landed back in the Jewish state of Israel. I had just taken the trip that 6 million Jews dreamed of taking — to a homeland of their own — but never got the chance.
All of a sudden, Israel and the Jewish existence were more precious. I hope to never lose that feeling. It is now my job, and our generation’s job, to learn, tell the story and never forget.
I changed in those few days. I realized that you can never fully understand the Holocaust without seeing the evidence. Although a very difficult trip, I believe everyone — Jewish or not — should go. You do not have to be a Jew to feel the sadness. You just have to be human.
However, I realized that the more you know, the more you realize you cannot know everything. Although the Holocaust was the most documented event in history, so many facts and stories will never be heard.
[and so many horrorcaust fables heard and "facts" imagined - that never actually were...]The trip also brought up many questions: How could the Nazis do such a thing? How could the world just stand by and let it happen? How could the people of Poland be so close yet turn away?
I also realized that in a few years, there will be no more survivors left to tell the story. We, as a new generation, need to see and learn this history so that we will remember and never let something like the Holocaust happen again.
By taking the trip to Poland, I have walked through the footsteps of my ancestors. I have walked through a gas chamber. I have walked the railroad at Birkenau that took Jews to their deaths. I have been to mass graves in the woods.
I am a better person because of it.