Tuscon, Arizona, USA
From a nearby hill, the Majdanek concentration camp, where 200,000 died, is masked by trees, but 70 years ago, I'd have seen the camp buildings, fences and dark smoke from the chimneys. The castle itself was briefly used as a prison by the Germans, who shot as many inmates as they could when news of the Allies' advance arrived.
It's a clear, bright autumn afternoon; after visiting the camp which is now a memorial, I turn from viewing Zamek to see two shorts-clad Polish boys, one chasing the other, the other crying. They disappear around a corner.
Fifteen minutes later they re-emerge, arms around each other's shoulders, walking home, their leather shoes loud on the cobblestones.
in the tiny bar
a glass of cold vodka