Okay, to be honest, there’s not much to say about Dachau. Factually, it was the first camp opened, just a few weeks after Hitler seized power. It remained open until 1945, the end of the war. It was designed to hold at most 8000 people and by the end it was holding over 30,000. The official death toll is in the low 30,000 but unofficially it was upwards of 45,000 and those figures are just those who died in THIS camp, not the ones who were held in Dachau and later transferred to another camp.
That all said, it was emotionally powerful and very quiet. I’m just gonna post some pictures, with descriptions, and leave it at that.
The front gate. It translates as “Work makes Freedom.”
The bathrooms in one of the bunkers. The men (this was a men only camp until 1943) shared ten toilets amongst a thousand occupants.
The bunks themselves. At the end of the camp’s life, this is how the bunks were
arranged.
There were dozens of these bunkers. Now, where they were stands as a memorial. Here’s one of them.
In this camp, they had “showers” but there s no evidence they were used.
The crematorium on the other hand, was definitely used. 
Different pieces of a memorial. The sign is self explanatory, the distorted people commemorates those who committed suicide by running into the electrified fence and the chain with the colors are all the different tags the inmates wore.
A close-up of the colored tags
This is a memorial to the unknown victim, the German translates as “The Death to be Honored, the Living to
be Warned.” This was th first memorial at the camp.
I took this picture from inside the crematorium. When I went to look at it it closer, there was an inscription on a plaque in the ground which read – “For the Thousand Unknowns.” Once I read 
that, I don’t know why, but I couldn’t take another picture of it, so you’re stuck with the one through the window.
Here’s a few pictures from around the camp – the guard tower, the homes across the wall, a view inside a cell…
And just so you don’t think it was all doom and gloom…
they made an exhibit from the pamphlet – 
And finally, this sign outside the crematorium – 
Getting the Hang of Thursdays 
Sorry I would never make it and would not want to anyway. I have seen pictures and know part of the story. My mind and thoughts could not handle it. Even what I do not know I IKNOW
Not sure I could handle it either–however I would do it if given the chance. Would like to do March of the Living in Poland, however have been told that I would have to go alone–so thats the story morning glairy. Hugs.
Sadly, I must agree with mom and dad. I don’t think I could make it, although I would love to try. I could barely get through the post and the pictures.
Hi Uncle Jaq-
I got your post card. I love the castle. Will you take me there? I made you a card at Brownies and mom said you are staying at different places. Can you stay at one place and send me the address so I can send you my card? K. Thank you.
Love,
Riley
Hi. I got my postcard today. It is cool. The pictures are neat to look at. It is really hot here.
bye. Love You.
Bailey
just the small pictures gave me chills… i don’t know how you did it… i feel just like your dad… even though i don’t always know, i still know… did it change you to actually SEE it?