Mmm Morbid.

So in recent months I've developed a weird fascination with Holocaust narratives, with Maus and The Pianist being the best things that I've read and seen respectively in a long time. Though I would never consider either of these my favourite book or movie just because, and I feel awful saying this, they're too depressing. The knowledge I've gained from experiencing these things is amazing, the way people have such a will to survive is just awe inspiring. But this also comes with being exposed to the darker side of human nature and that's something I really don't want to think about. However that statement in itself is hypocritical because I also agree there things that happened in Nazi Germany shouldn't be forgotten.

I suppose the biggest issue I have with learning about the Holocaust is the fact that I love Germany, as a country and as a people. I've been three times and I just adore it (and I went to Munich, think of the shit that went down there). So I suppose I just don't want to think that such horrific things took place in a country I love. I actually always consider Nazi Germany a completely different place, not even related to it's contemporary counter part which, I suppose, is correct.

With all that being said, I do still have a morbid curiosity with all of this. It's the same as when you know someone that dies, and as much as it may hurt you still want to know how. I guess the point I'm trying to make about my feelings on the Holocaust is even though it was a horrible time and unforgivable things happened, certain stories of survival that have come from it are truly beautiful.

And that's why I like Holocaust narratives, I guess.