Döner, Martin Luther & Concentration Camp

I know it has been a few days that I haven't blogged but I didn't have wifi here for a few days, so yeah.
But it has been pretty fun!!!
Practiced some of my german when ordering for myself and others. Asked people to take a picture in german and asked for the check to pay :) I am so happy they understand right away too! I am looking forward to more german encounters haha.
Miho, one of my suit-mates, and I talked in German for awhile like basic stuff of course but it was good! She is so nice, she even wrote out for me in a sticky note some words that I didn't understand. The other day, she let me borrow her favorite movie, The Devil Wears Prada in german! And I watched it with subtitles in german, sooo good! Def helped :)

We had Döner Kebab and Bratwurst! Both native from germany, even if the Döner was made by Turks it was created in Berlin! In my german class we had a few lessons on Döner Kebab and it was awesome to finally taste it, it was BIG and DELICIOUS! :) And since its fast food, it was cheap!

This morning we toured the city and I learned that Martin Luther studied in this city!
We went to the church where he studied and gave his first sermons. Its awesome to know that someone that revolutionized christianity and opened the eyes for so many people realized that in the same city that I am now studying in!

This afternoon, we went to the concentration camp in the city of Weimar. The camp was called Buchenwald. We went in the afternoon so we only spent a few hours there. But it was enough, even if we only saw half of it. It definitely accomplishes its purpose: that people may know what happened so that it won't repeat. It was so shocking. I couldn't even walk into one of the rooms by myself. We got to see the tiny rooms, crematoriums, rooms were they were killed and were they would go to see a doctor. What touched me most was reading the quotes and looking at the people's drawings and paintings. One said that even after they were free, they were still afraid that someone randomly would just shoot them. They didn't understand or comprehend what freedom meant. They were scarred for life. There was some drawings by a fourteen year old trying to scape reality. She drew a girl wearing a really pretty dress, a girl getting flowers from a boy, a girl praying and a lot of cute stuff like that. It just hit me that those things were a fantasy for her, and a reality for many of us. That wasn't human. No one deserves to be treated like that, not even animals. It's crazy that not even people living around/in the city didn't even know what was going on. It was crazy being there. Standing there. In the same place thousands of people lived that died slowly, starving, being afraid and humiliated. They had rooms that they had to strip to be examined before coming in to the concentration camp. They stayed in places that used to be for horses, how dirty is that. The room that I couldn't go in by myself was filled with dark shades of cardboard w the shape of people. And with sharp objects and it was just very overwhelming. Its hard to explain but it got the message across.

After that, I came to the apartment and made my first homemade rice without a rice cooker! (I forgot to put salt on it). I fried an egg, ate some leftover meat from the other day and cut up a tomato. It was just what I needed after a whole day out and after eating out so much lately!
I am having lots of fun in this city. Ariel, my roommate is a photojournalism major and takes awesome pictures! I hope that you can see them, some are on facebook and she has tagged me on it. Of course, I volunteer for being her model :)
Class starts tomorrow!
Gute Nachttt


Cynth(: