Ft.Breendonk

          I knew it would be sad, I knew it wasn't going to be like going to other museums, but I didn't know it would be so emotional!
Saturday morning, I woke up and walked through the snow to the train, meeting 3 other exchange students in Brussels, we caught a train to Willebroek; the town that has the concentration camp outside of it.  After getting lost and freezing out butts off from walking in the sold and snow for almost 2 hours we finally found Fort. Breendonk. ~I would love to know how fast the Google maps person who says it was only a 20 minute walk from the train to the camp walks!!!
 *Fort Breendonk= the only concentration camp in Belgium
Walking into the office, seeing the photos lining the entrance and the barb wire fence we started the tour listening to each number as we entered a room. Finding out what had happened in each room, often there were rooms that I felt creeped out in and I would try taking refuge in the hallways but it was worst for me being alone in the hallways then feeling creeped out in a room with the others. We walked down the hallways following the arrows until we found the next number to punch into our listening players. '4, 8 green button' and started into the doorway of a room that looked just like any of the others from the doorway. 5 steps in I stopped turned around and walked as fast I could out of that room. I could barley handle standing alone in the hallway, but I had just walked into a torch chamber. There was nothing worst for me then being in there, and waiting alone int he hallways well my friends were inside was awful and scary too! I was extremely glad when they walked out towards me and we could walk away from that scary place. \
Instead of continuing on we went outside and looked around the grounds.
 I think we were all pretty relieved when we decided we were finished. It was a really weird experience, and left me feeling privileged that  I will never have to go though what those who lived at the concentration camp did.