When asking someone to help take a picture for you...

Taking pictures : Girls vs Boys

GIRLS

*takes multiples pictures from different angles, varying between landscape & portrait*

"Adjust your hair. Turn a little to the right. Wait I'm trying to get more clouds into the picture"

Outcome, multiple different types of pictures to choose from.

BOYS

*takes one photo*

"Here! You got a picture!"

Outcome, one picture with only half the body & a huge expanse of empty space above your head.

#selfie

Dachau Concentration Camp

Visited a concentration camp during one of our days in Munich. For the uninitiated, concentration camps were where Jews, homosexuals, political prisoners & so on were imprisoned, tortured & put to death by Nazis in Germany. I believe one of the "worst" concentration camps is located in Berlin. "Worse" in terms of magnitude of torture & general depravity of humanity.

The Dachau Concentration Camp in Munich consisted mostly of political prisoners, so to that extent they were treated a little "better" than the Jews. Terms of comparisons all in inverted commas because well, it's a comparison of who suffered more where. Suffering is suffering.

The overcast grey skies that day suited the setting.

No captions because… what's there to say really?

I feel like here is where I'm expected to write a long dissection of how saddened or horrified I am.

It's sad, of course it is. No person in their right mind could walk through that place & not feel the air heavy with… misery. Misery, mistakes, people in superior positions drunk with the power to hurt & maim. A horrifying display of human nature unchecked.

But really, all I can say is that it's sad. I can't say I "felt their pain" or whatever politically correct thing it is to say. The fact is, I DON'T know at all the horrors of a life living in fear or pain, or even discomfort. I don't have the slightest inkling, & all the media has taught me my entire life is that gore & torture & murder need to get increasingly sadistic & creative to get reactions from viewers.

Frankly, the people who might have the slightly ability to empathise… are the ones who don't have the luxury of going to museums or exhibitions or to even be able to read a book. The people that know fear & hardship have far more pressing concerns than the pain of someone else so far removed from them. So who's left? Us, the ones munching popcorn in cinemas, taking planes & going to Starbucks.

On a completely politically incorrect sidenote, I don't even like beer but German fruit beers are yummy.