Memory is a serious question – Auschwitz still speaks (?)

“In Auschwitz there was snow”[1] as the famous song of Guccini says, but I arrived to Auschwitz in a sunny day, while birds were regardless singing, or maybe unaware.
I saw flowers blooming on the trees and green grass around the numbered blocks.

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