On a spring morning we arrived from Lublinto witness what was left of the death camp;a rusty peeling sign came into viewit screamed: “Sobibór.”

The Nazis destroyed evidence of the gas chambers.What was left were the groundsthrough which Jewish bodies walkedto take the shower of death.

As I stood on the platformand touched the tracks,I felt like a little girl named Hannalooking for her murdered parents.