Several years ago, I had the profound experience of visiting Auschwitz. We had just left Birkenau (part of the camp) when I realized that I wasn't ready to go, that I needed more time to absorb the experience. Upon reentry, we ran into this group of orthodox Jewish men. We greeted each other quietly and ended up walking together, alternating between periods of silence, prayer, and song. The experience was deeply moving and helped me feel more anchored in this most disturbing of places. In the photo, we are at the site of the "ramps" where the Nazis decided which of the new arrivals would be killed immediately (80%) or become slave labor.