It was amazing that, in some way, we were able to get to know characteristics of people who died thousands of years ago, not just by their names or age.
At some point, we stopped at an open field.
I asked our guide: “Why is there so much empty space? They could have rebuilt the graves that were affected by nature disasters.”
“These are mass graves,” he answered. “At the time of the Shoah they didn’t have enough time to give each person the grave they deserved.”
I felt so unsettled. These people have no memory or legacy – no headstone or name nor date. I yearned to know who were resting there, at least their names, but I couldn’t because nobody knew.