Today I visited the former
Sachsenhausen concentration camp with our class. It was a gorgeous and clear
day – one of the best since arriving in Berlin – and there was an interesting
beauty to this place, which was a bit unnerving. I took a lot of photos of the
walls and towers, with the trees in the background, and even a few of the
barracks.
Going into a concentration camp, I
had this expectation for how I should feel. I’ve read books and seen
many documentaries about these camps, and I always left them with the same
feelings of surprise that this could have happened so recently, a heaviness
from the stories and the scale of the death and torture, and a very deep
sadness for the victims. From the moment I got to Sachsenhausen, I didn’t feel
any of these things. This lack of emotion troubled me until I saw a little
cigar box in the Jewish barracks. Inside this box, Etienne van Ploeg, a
prisoner of Sachsenhausen from 1942 until its liberation in 1945, had built a
hand-crafted model of the main camp.
I’ve built quite a few models, but
never one from scratch. Recently, I got a 1:350 scale model of the USS
Enterprise. It is estimated that, with this full kit, it will take an
experienced model builder around 600 - 1,000 hours to complete it. To build
something like this cigar-box model from scratch? That would have to take even
longer.
When making a model, a critical
decision is that of color. Almost single-handedly, the color choices made will
determine the setting, the feeling, and the emotions of the final piece.
So, needless to say, the first
thing I noticed was his choice of color. He has used a rich, lively green for
the barracks and the forest; a fresh, new-house white for the wall and guard
buildings; and the sandy ground is painted a warm and sunny beach tan. The
neutral zone – the barbed wire coils, the imposing concave fence, and the dark
stone ground leading up to it – are recreated very much like a modern day farm.
It and the ground below it are painted a bright white.
There's an interesting element to
the housing for the model. It's inside a cigar box, with a latch and closures.
Is there meaning to this? I’m reminded of a line from a book. It’s a terrible
book, but even the worst literature can produce the occasional nugget of
wisdom:
“Forbidden to remember,
terrified to forget; it’s a hard line to walk.”
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