There was a room full of suitcases. There were new suitcases and old suitcases and some with stickers on the sides showing where they last went on holiday. The suitcases were big and medium and small.
One small one could only have been carried by a child, and I wondered what it contained and whether it was a toy or a teddy bear to ward off the night fears.
And there were baskets. All different shapes and sizes. What did they carry? Food, maybe, which couldn't have been enough to feed the families for the time they spent in the camp.
Or maybe it was.
When they were taken from their homes they were promised a new life and jobs, so they brought their belongings which were taken from them by the German soldiers and looted, and the remains sent back to Germany to clothe and feed the German people who were running out of things because the war was taking its toll.