Visiting Auschwitz I

We visited Auschwitz on a misty late autumn day.  I was hoping that by going late in the season, we’d avoid hoards of tourists, but no such luck!  The arrival process was pretty chaotic, which in retrospect was pretty symbolic.  Really, though, they should invest in some entrance signs because we had no idea how to join a tour, how to get into the camp, or how to catch the shuttlebus to Birkenau.

I was conflicted on whether or not to join a tour group, but after seeing them being herded from building to building, I bought a guidebook from the gift shop and went it alone.  I’m still not sure it was the right choice, but I don’t have a strong feeling it was the wrong choice.

Auschwitz is the most historically significant place I’ve visited.  I was afraid to go because there’s no way to unsee it.  Once you see it, you’ve seen it and there’s no going back.  It’s one thing to watch Schindler’s List,  Boy in the Striped Pajamas, and Elie Wiesel on Oprah.  It’s quite another to actually be there, to see the empty Zyclon B cans, the 2 tons of human hair stacked to the ceiling, the death block, the gas chamber, the crematorium, and so many other things.

I’d seen photos of the famous train tracks leading under the guard tower through the gates, and I’d seen photos of the “Arbeit Macht Frei” gate, but I didn’t realize they were part of two different camps.

Auschwitz is actually made up of 3 camps, Auschwitz is the German name for “Oświęcim” which is the Polish town in and around which the 3 camps are located.  Auschwitz I was mostly a work camp for Poles and political prisoners.  The extermination camp often referred to as “Auschwitz” is actually Auschwitz II or Birkenau.  Auschwitz III or Monowitz was a work camp and is the least known of the camps.

There’s so much to say about this place, but so much has already been written.  My first impression of Auschwitz I was of how well it was built.  Against the changing colors of the late autumn leaves, it was quietly poetic.  I expected wooden shacks, but instead there were tree lined streets, and neat brick buildings which were former Polish army barracks.  The wooden shacks and most of the horrors we’ve heard about are at Birkenau.

Most of the buildings have been converted to museum exhibits.  I went through all of them, and the things that have stuck with me most were:

  • The prisoner uniforms.  Only when you see them in person can you understand how ugly, degrading, and inadequate they were. 

  • Photos of the victims, many had clearly been beaten.  Hundreds of them lined the halls of some of the buildings.  The arrival date and date of death showed that most died within 3 months. 

  • The gallows.  What must it have been like to be surrounded by such indiscriminate murder day in and day out? In Night, Elie Wiesel writes about a hanging in Auschwitz where the remaining prisoners are forced to look at the faces of the newly executed men.  I can’t imagine living in such proximity to casual death. 

  • The floor to ceiling piles of victim’s hair, shoes, enamelware, brushes, suitcases, etc.  The sheer volume of things is mindblowing. 

  • The haircloth.  The Nazis had negotiated a per kilo rate for their victims’ hair.  It was sold and woven into a sort of burlap fabric. Most of the hair was stolen after the victims had been gassed, it contains traces of Zyclon B. 

  • The standing prison cells. 1 square metre, meant for 4 men, with nowhere to move, and inadequate ventilation.  And the starvation cells, where prisoners were locked and forgotten until they starved to death. 

  • A 1944 article from the LA Times describing Polish reports of the happenings in Birkenau.  Seeing it written about in that way makes it seem absurd and improbable.  

  • The records.  The Nazis kept records of everything and the records survived.  What were they planning to do with all of those records?  It made me contemplate how insignificant a person can be in the mind of another.  They murdered people by the trainload.  People!!!  People with dreams, ideas, partners, families, and all of the things that make each of us unique and loved by someone. 

I’ve heard a lot about Auschwitz being haunted, but there were only two times where I felt a chill.  The first was when I went into an old barracks to use the ladies.  I was the only one in the building, it was cold and silent, and probably more of me thinking too much than a presence, but who knows?  The second time was in the courtyard outside Block 11, near the Wall of Death where thousands of prisoners were shot.  But again, I’d just toured the “Death Block” and was standing in a silent courtyard looking at a wall where thousands of people were murdered on false charges.  It would be hard not to feel a chill there.

I stood in the gas chamber.   It was a small one used to test Zyclon B before they started using in en masse at Birkinau. It was sort of like an underground bunker and definitely not the sort of place you want to see in your last moments in this world.

We spent over 4 hours going through the exhibits, and when we went to catch the last shuttle bus to Birkenau, we discovered there wasn’t another bus back to Auschwitz I until noon the next day.  This would’ve been good information to have up front; it seems a bit odd to shuttle people out there but not bring them back.  Since the only bus back to Krakow was from Auschwitz I, and Birkenau was a few kilometers walk, we took the standing room only bus back to Krakow, without seeing Birkenau.

On our way to the bus, we met a group of Swedes who told us they had wrong information about the closing time of the camp and had taken the 2 hour bus ride from Krakow only to be turned away at the gate.  That’s so much worse than just missing Birkenau!

I’m not disappointed that we spent so much time in the Auschwitz I exhibits that I didn’t see Birkenau.  We spent the right amount of time there, but the experience is somehow unfinished.  So, in January, we’re traveling back to Krakow for 2 days, mostly to see Birkenau.


  1. says

    Oh Sage, seeing Auschwitz is one of the places on my bucket list. My major is World History with the emphasis on the Holocaust. I am not surprised you felt chills and I am not surprised it was such a moving visit. Going back to see Birkenau?! Now that would be one place that would definitely give me the willies. Looking forward to reading about that trip too!

  2. says

    Thank you for sharing. I once visited Dacchau and remained sobered by the experience. I guess we should all be thankful, at Thanksgiving, but remain vigilant about freedom, too. Thank you.

  3. Eva says

    “I was afraid to go because there’s no way to unsee it.” Sage, you hit the nail on the head. Those were my sentiments exactly before I visited Auschwitz in 1996, and they turned out to be true. For me, it was a travel experience of a very different kind, being 20 years old, and having been born and raised in Germany (I now live in the U.S.). I’ve traveled a lot since, but the images from both camps I and II have never left me.

  4. says

    One day I will make the trip. I have family who died in the Holocaust I feel I owe it to them. I appreciate your thoughtful and sensitive post and will be back to read your blog.

  5. says

    Hi All,

    Thanks for taking the time to post, your comments always make my day!

    Buttercup: I’m so sorry for your family’s loss. Thank you for your comment, I’m happy to hear that the sensitivity and emotion with which I wrote this post came across in my words. I’ll never forget what I saw and felt in that camp.

    ~ Sage

  6. says

    Sage, I can’t say I “enjoyed” your comments, but I sure appreciate them. I really think that visiting Auschwitz should be mandatory when in Europe, as I also think the Holocaust Museum should be when visiting Washington, D.C. which I visited in September. If you are interested I will ask my mother for the pictures she took and the negatives that I told you about, and try and scan them in. There was definitely something on the pictures not in the negatives in the gas chambers. My late FIL was a liberator of Buchenwald and he never could talk about what he saw. :( I can’t imagine. And I can’t believe some people don’t believe it never happened.

  7. says

    Hi Barb,

    Yes, please! I was telling my photographer about them when we were there and I’d really like to see those photos.

    I can only imagine what your FIL saw in that camp. I thought of your FIL when I read Night and wondered if he’d encountered a young Elie Wiesel.

    I was supposed to visit Birkenau in January, but I got an email on Saturday saying that they’ve cancelled the flight. So, I don’t know now when I’ll go back. Perhaps in March.

    ~ Sage

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