Unlike the Jewish Museum, the Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe really get into your mind.
At first you walk on flat rectangles made that gradually grows as you walk deeper into what suddenly feels like a graveyard.
The nameless grave grows taller as you walk to the center of the the monument, till you disappear among tall thin buildings with no windows.
The rain teared down on the cold pale concrete and all I wanted was to get out but it felt like I was leaving someone behind.
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