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Ever since school I've had this strange fascination with World War II. I've read a considerable amount on it, atleast considerable in my context...some I remember, some I forget, but the essence of it remains the same. I am, till date, trying to find the answer to the question - How was it possible that a human being had such grave inconsideration for another human's life? To think that the value of one human's life is more than the other. The killing of 6 million Jews (the most popular death count) at the hands of Germans, calculated cold-blooded murder, mass murders orchestrated by highly educated men, PhDs playing Gods, innocent people treated like unsold & rotting commodities lying in a warehouse demanding careless disposal.

For years I've wanted to visit Auschwitz in Poland, home to the largest and the most gruesome concentration camps of all, and people always ask me if I feel ok. Why would I want to visit a place with such a terrifying history? I've often wondered about it myself. I came to one conclusion - we are fascinated by destruction. From the Colosseum to Monalisa's crooked smile, we're obsessed with the imperfect, the ruins, the morally or the financially bankrupt. There's a war and bam! there's a museum. A massive ship drowns in its first voyage and we give a tribute to it by making the most successful motion picture ever. Financial institutions crash and umm...ok we all got affected by it. There is something very raw and magnetic about downfalls. Nothing pristine and pure makes us feel more alive than seeing quiet mayhem. The story is so much more richer when you can't see what once was, because something was too perfect to exist, it was an aberration to real life. The reason why I was glued to youtube videos when last year's earthquake + tsunami happened in Japan. Often I imagine deaths or destruction around me. Earthquakes, houses crumbling to the ground, flyovers falling, airplanes nosediving. I can't explain it.

Clean is out, out of the bed look is in. Nobody wants to learn more about a sweet beautiful girl, everyone's attracted to the damaged one with tons of baggage. We get attracted to stuff we don't understand. Make a simple park a labyrinth and suddenly it's got more visitors. We don't understand happiness or relaxation. We constantly chase more responsibilities and attract pain, killing ourselves molecule by molecule just to feel alive. (Isn't it ironic, doncha think?)

I don't understand Hitler. I don't wish to understand his interpretation of Nietzsche but I can't help being baffled either. I can't imagine anybody being so strong headed that they not only not understand or have anybody put some sense into them, they also brainwash others. Tons of movies and documentaries have still not answered my question. How did an entire nation get swayed by the beliefs of one man?

What if I'm wrong? Will I magically agree with his reasoning the moment I step into Auschwitz? What if I'm claiming a moral high ground for the heck of it? I want to go there to discover how I might behave when I'm at the centre of where the basic grain of humanity was exploited day after day after day for years. Will I cry? Why will I cry? Or will I feel nothing? Do I want to go there just to check if I've become cold? Is this sadism? No, I'm not a Jew sympathizer, neither am I an "Aryan" hater. It's not about the literal. It's mostly never about the literal.