Holocaust Remembrance Day

My husband and I arrived at a quaint German town.  We strolled in the sun along a picturesque main street steeped in hundreds of years of European culture . We passed flower beds brimming with brilliant red and yellow flowers nodding their heads in the summer sun. When we entered the tourist bureau, the staff greeted us warmly, but with reserve. They knew why we were there. They handed us a brochure that read, "Welcome to Dachau."