Pictures, in art form can be represented in so many different ways.

They can be in the form of drawings, paintings, all sorts of images, often telling a story.

This was one very vivid, frightening story I experienced, first hand, through my sensory perceptions and photographs.

My senses were ignited by the sheer powerfulness of the photographs.

Not just by their huge sizes,

for they were from floor to ceiling.

But also by the bewildered expressions on the faces

of officers and prisoners alike.

Images of prisoners running away, fear and hate combined expressions upon their faces, as they fled the bullets.

It is said that many of the most horrid photographs ever seen came from Dachau,

the first concentration camp of this type built by Hitler,

erected in 1933.

I can well believe that statement,

for I actually saw those photographs.

Standing there – amongst the bunk beds of those who lived and died

you could still smell the smell of death .

Those photographs only brought their lives into ‘being’,

before their executions.

Where could they run to? The fences were all electrified.

What was the worst possible death?

Electrocution, being Shot, or the Gas Chambers?

Yes.

For someone who never experienced a war,

someone still relatively young,

this was as potent as it got!