Prague, Czech Republic
Picture this ;
Eight in the morning, low fog, five degrees, and a group of forty people wandering through Auschwitz concentration camp. It was eerie and weird - we couldn't see the end of paths, everything was bathed in grey, and the paths were dug out of the snow. We had a Polish tour guide who spoke only the english that she'd learned in order to conduct these tours (I think), who showed us first through Auschwitz I, including: barracks, official headquarters,...