“We walked and wheeled and trudged past the gates without the eye of the camera to note the grandeur of the event. Without costume. Without photographers. I didn’t know it then, but this was what I wished the world would see: bundles of children footing their way across the icy path, the too-young paying no mind to the words at the main gate, the words that arched their way into Auschwitz’s sky, and the still-young-but-now-too-old blinking at their meaning.”
