Like ozlady, I have no Jewish connections, only having known someone whose entire family was wiped out in the Holocaust.
I first visited Bergen-Belsen in the fifties, this was when it was still a taboo subject amongst the Germans and they were still in denial about such places. It was very hard to find because there was no roadway or signposts, it was hidden away in the middle of a forest
The only other people there were the couple I went with, and the memory of that visit will remain with me forever. Standing amongst those mass graves with no sound of any bird or animal life, the atmosphere and feeling of the horrors that had taken place was quite tangible.
When I found myself living in Germany some years later, it was one place we took our family to visit, in the hope that they would get an understanding of the enormity of the terrible events that had taken place there. By that time things had changed, it was very much open to the public and there was a visitor centre and coach loads of tourists. Although still a very moving place to visit, nothing can compare with the the feelings experienced on my first visit