For something different, although still somewhat sombre, another photo I took of the Denkmal für die ermordeten Juden Europas in Berlin. I think the overwhelming first impression was of coffins, then that thought gave way to pondering past horrors and loss.

Wandering around the memorial, considering it all, eventually led to being curled up on one of the slabs, crying onto my Mum's shoulder, because what happened to anyone Hitler wanted to get rid of was so horrible, the bravery of those who resisted and saved people's lives, the massive losses of life relating to war, potential snuffed out, future generations never given the chance...

And that human nature hasn't learned...

Photos from Berlin

> Denkmal für die ermordeten Juden Europas in Berlin. I bawled my eyes out there in public, which made other people stare at me curiously. The memorial consists of a 19,000 square meter site covered with 2711 concrete slabs.

> Berlin Wall remnants in Potsdammer Platz.

> Denkmal für die ermordeten Juden Europas. Maybe it made me cry because it was so horrible that all of these people were murdered without the country standing up for them and saying, "Enough!" Maybe it was because I was wondering whether I'd be brave enough to help rescue others. Maybe it was for those who lost their lives, those who were never given a potential for life...