Personal Narrative: My Visit To The Breman

I visited the Breman on November 6th from 10:00 AM to 11:00 AM. My first impression when I walked into the exhibit was powerful. As a walked in and saw those first few pictures of anti-Semitism, I was powerfully moved in seeing the plight that the Jews had to face. My emotions were solemn and contained. I wanted to be respectful for those who had been murdered. One of the strongest impactors at the exhibit was its design and architecture. As you go through the exhibit, the walls and floors get progressive rougher and worse. This worked to symbolize how conditions got worse and worse for Jews as they went from ghettos to concentration camps. The windows became smaller and the light dimmed as well to symbolize how the Jews began lose hope, and

It was a large book that contained the word “Jew” written 6 million times to symbolize the 6 million Jews that lost their lives to the Holocaust. The sheer size of the book greatly impacted me by showing how many individual Jews lost their lives, yet most will just be remembered as 1 of 6 million Jews that died. The atmosphere was somber and respectful. I went alone, and the only other person I saw at the exhibit was Frank. My only gripe with the museum was the layout. While the architecture was masterfully done to convey the mood, the rooms themselves were arranged in a way that I accidently explored a couple rooms in the wrong order, which messed with the overall mood. Some signs to point the correct way to go would have greatly helped. I better understand the Holocaust through seeing the victims. The aspect of the Holocaust that interests me the most is the background or events that set the framework and allowed the Holocaust to happen. I think that I will most remember the fact that these Jews were people just like me, yet they were brutally killed just for being Jews. The museum helped me to view each single death as a tragedy rather than a large