This was a day of contrasts. It began with breakfast among friends who had shared so many good times during the past week, and ended with sober reflections on the difficulties of trying to come to grips with what transpired at Auschwitz between 1942 and 1945. This morning, we ate a traditional Polish breakfast of bread, cheese, sliced meats, jams, and coffee and juice. We packed and cleaned up after ourselves, and then loaded the cars and trailers for our trip to Oswiecim. The trip was uneventful The day was overcast and colder than any on our trip so far, only in the mid-30s. We met our tour guide and walked on to the grounds of Auschwitz I, and through the gate upon which is written a lie fabricated in iron, “ARBEIT MACHT FREI” – “Word will set you free”. Here we saw the “small” camp which held 30,000 concentration camp prisoners, where prisoners were punished in standing cells, hung by their hands behind their backs, executed after summary judgment, and where the first experime