After visiting Auschwitz in person, I read Schindler's List again. I read it once many years ago and felt sad, but it was not as complicated as it is now. Perhaps only by actually going to a concentration camp can you have a more personal feeling for this film.
Watching the film in which the Jews are tricked into leaving their luggage on the platform, carefully writing their name on the box, not knowing that they will never return! The piles of boxes, glasses, shoes, clothes, and even pots and pans all told that they really believed they could live and work in a concentration camp in Krakow. In the memorial hall of the concentration camp, the large glass cabinets are full of Jewish things directly taken from the platform, which is shocking. The most astounding thing is that there are two tons of human hair and those fabrics woven from hair, and this is just the tip of the iceberg left after World War II. The memorial hall is solemn and quiet, and no one can or can laugh and make noise here, but from these piles of objects, it seems that pairs of eyes eager to survive are quietly looking at something.
A Polish man who once worked for the Germans in concentration camps wrote a book that resembles a memoir. During that time he was given an easier job by bribing German officers to save his life. He did survive the war, however, due to the psychological shadow of the concentration camp, he finally committed suicide. This book has a chilling name "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the way to gas".
There are many scenes in the film, those barracks surrounded by high-voltage power grids, the open space where the name is called every day before going to work, and finally the hanging of Gus The torture platform, the dim gas chamber, the crematorium next to the gas chamber, I have really stopped. When I watched "Schindler's List" again, I just felt like I was there, as if there were many, many emotions in my chest, but I didn't know where to start.
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