This picture has started a voice in my head, the voice of my grandmother. It speaks to me of that terrible time in history when many of the faces and names she knew, like these unsuspecting souls pictured above, were transported, stripped and received a shaven head before being given a hot shower and clean clothing. The young woman clasps her hand to her chest and I can imagine that trusting soul perhaps musing that maybe they are wrong to judge the Nazi regime so harshly.
The fate that awaited them my grandmother believed, would have found them unable to comprehend the nightmare they were about to go through. Maybe the next shower would be their last. I remember those teachings, not repeated to fill my nights with horror, but to ensure that coming generations were able to recognize the evil that men are capable of.