Fog and Oblivion over Struthof Concentration Camp

Born 4 years after the end of the 2nd war, I grew up with the discovery of Nazi barbarism. For me, the "duty of memory" is an obligation to force the world to an awareness that it wants to forget by all means.
But how to remember when the last survivors disappear and the past means yesterday's page on social networks?
On a grim Saturday in December 1990, I visited Dachau in the suburbs of Munich. For two hours, I walked an immense field, through the snow and the cold, trying to imagine the 40'000 dead but I felt nothing, this empty space did not arouse any emotion.
To bring out a few traces of a tragedy whose actors and stages gradually disappear in the fog and oblivion, I photographed in 2016-2017 the four worm-eaten barracks, the rusty pieces of wire and the worn stones of the Struthof concentration camp located in French Vosges. It was a "political" camp, the deportees, including the jews, were mostly resistants, refractories to forced labor in Germany and communists; 86 jewish males and females were brought 1943 from Auschwitz to be gassed in a "mini" gas chamber made specially for the skeleton collection of the anatomist August Hirt.
During these three years of existence it is estimated that 52'000 deportees worked there of which 20'000 died.

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