Going to Germany and walking on the actual train platform where my family was deported to the camps and then returning to America to deal with this shit has been pure nightmare fuel and I just have to like, go to work?
Reposted from Erin Biba
I’m not trying to play oppression Olympics, I’m just saying if you don’t have family massacred *by Hitler* you cannot possibly imagine what these relentless images of Nazi solutes feels like.

It’s a very personal and specific kind of trauma and terror.

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