Today, instead of the second half of our morning class and all of our afternoon class, we had a chance to take a trip to Nuremburg and see all the "National Socialist" buildings. Nuremburg was the headquarters of the National Socialist (unsure if that's the correct English translation) party and was where Hitler made all his speeches and gathered his power. It was really powerful and meaningful to see the buildings and stand in the very places where such monumental things happened.
We then went to a museum where I took a German audio tour of the museum documenting the rise of the Nazi party where I was inspired to write my book about the Gulag. Ok, so it's not exactly the same thing, but it all happened in the same time period, under dictators pressing for an ideal that was destroying everything around them. The whole time I was there, I could see the faces of the people I interviewed last summer and I wanted to write about them so much that it actually hurt. I love that feeling, though, because every time I get it, I know I've chosen the right profession. Every time I feel like my heart might break if I don't get out there and do something, and tell stories, I know that God has put me in the right place, where I can learn the right things that will help me go out there and make a difference, no matter what I end up doing.
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