Didn't do the Berlin wall but did Bergen Belsen concentration camp, there was an exhibition, if that is what you can call it, of pictures of the ovens, gas chambers, the whole lot. I stood there looking but not actually seeing what was in front of me, a life size picture of a skeleton laid on the cinders in the oven, a whole row of ovens. I had seen the documentaries, heard accounts from survivors of the camp and here I was seeing for myself right from the horses mouth so to speak, I'm struggling for words here. The camp itself was now a park like feature, just green gardens with huge humps every so often dotted about, plaques on the side of the humps explained that there were 5,000 bodies buried here, the next one 7,000, then after that the numbers seem to rise with each mound. I can only say that my generation were spared such things when they were ongoing, our parents had put an end to the conflict by the time I was born, other wars followed of course and no doubt atrocities were perpetrated. But having seen one presentation of what man can do to man, and women, and children, I didn't want to see anymore.