This was the first concentration camp and one that all others were model on. It's nestled into the quiet little town of Dachau, a sobering reality for the inhabitants. When I turned the corner to the camp (I didn't realize it was really right there) and saw "death makes you free" on the gate, I cried. I cried again in the special prisoner bunker to the far right of the camp, and finally on passing through the gas chamber in the crematory building. The regular bunkers, of which only one (or two?) remain, is all re-done so it smells like fresh pine and has beautiful windows. But everything else stinks of death, figuratively speaking. Don't forget to hit the museum - that lone could take hours to read all the exhibits. I found myself skipping the parts I knew well and saving my energy for stuff I knew nothing about. It's so important to do these types of trips and remember where we have been so we know where to not go.
If you own or manage Dachau Concentration Camp, register now for free tools to enhance your listing, attract new reviews, and respond to reviewers.