Being here, seeing this room where so many perished, was almost overwhelming. Its difficult to imagine what we would be thinking and feeling walking into this room in 1944. “How did I get here, what have I done to deserve this fate”? Maybe our minds would be racing with pictures, images and memories of all the people, places and experiences of years gone by. Or maybe all the experiences you will never have, the people you will never see again. What is it like to have every ounce of hope crushed out of ones soul? “Is this the end of the story for me?”