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My Definition Of What Makes A Journey Wholly Or Partially Horrible Is Boredom.

Dachau Has Been My Own Lifelong Point Of No Return. Between The Moment When I Walked Through The Gate Of That Prison, With Its Infamous Motto, 'arbeit Macht Frei,' And When I Walked Out At The End Of A Day That Had No Ordinary Scale Of Hours, I Was Changed, And How I Looked At The Human Condition, The World We Live In, Changed ... Years Of War Had Taught Me A Great Deal, But War Was Nothing Like Dachau. Compared To Dachau, War Was Clean.

Furthermore, They Were Constantly Informed By All The Camp Authorities That They Had Been Abandoned By The World: They Were Beggars And Lucky To Receive The Daily Soup Of Starvation.

Freedom' Is The Most Expensive Possession There Is; It Has To Be Paid For With Loneliness.

It Would Be A Bitter Cosmic Joke If We Destroy Ourselves Due To Atrophy Of The Imagination.