As a tourist, did you ever see a disturbing sight in a foreign country?
At first I thought I was close to a restaurant or cafeteria. I was in Berlin’s Jewish museum and could here the sound of plates, lots of them, being clattered about in a kitchen.
I was wrong. The plates in question were hundreds, thousands perhaps, of metallic faces on the floor in a narrow room. They represented victims of the Holocaust.
If that wasn’t haunting enough, then came the feature that has stayed with me to this day. Visitors were welcome to, expected to, walk on the faces. It’s a gut-wrenching, deeply moving experience. You’re walking on a sea of faces, feeling off-balance, making an eerie noise, picking the odd face up, delicately putting it down again (you wouldn’t dream of dropping it), etching eyes and mouths deep in your mind with every step. Stunning.