I walked slowly in the icy, cold winter taking in all that's around me. The only thing on the ground is the fluffy snow. I take a deep breath and I can smell the roses in my small pale hands. I'm in an enclosed area that only has run down buildings and barbed wire fences. I came here to write a story on this place. At first when they said many died here just a couple of months ago in this Winter Wonder Land I thought it was a joke. But now as I see Jews piled up high in mounts and ditches that were made for them, I have to believe it now. I look at the lifeless faces and I wonder how they felt being part of this mistake in history that hopeful will not be repeated. I hope the World learned from this mistake. Now as I lay the red roses down in the middle of this crime I pray that new life is close behind.