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Remembering History: Auschwitz

In February 2015, myself and three other students embarked on a journey to Auschwitz in Poland, as part of a nationwide program called ‘Lessons from Auschwitz’. Mostly aimed at students and their teachers, but also available to groups of adults as well, this incredible scheme aims to educate the next generation on the atrocities committed during the Holocaust, with a particular focus on Auschwitz. To complete the program, students must attend a seminar before visiting Poland in order to get to know your group, share thoughts and worries and so on. Then comes the day where you actually go to Poland, and after that is a final seminar where you can regroup and reflect on your experiences. You shall then be officially recognised as Ambassadors for the Trust, and therefore work with schools, communities and peers to spread their message that “We shall not forget” even further. For me, it was a truly humbling and enlightening experience, which I cannot recommend highly enough.

Chloe Sykes

Desolate, terrifying and so much more than how it appears in old photographs,
Auschwitz is like nothing you can imagine until seeing it for the first time.
(Photographer: Chloe Sykes)

The history of the Holocaust is truly horrific and yet I have always had a fascination with the subject since first learning about it in primary school, motivating me to read up on it throughout my teenage years (something relatively unheard of for me). When I heard that our school was providing the opportunity to engage with Auschwitz and the program, I wrote my application the same day. Luckily for me, our sixth form was very large, so we were able to apply for four students to go instead of the usual two. When I was chosen to take part, I was both thrilled and nervous about the experiences to come.

Within a couple of weeks, we were already on our way to London to go to the first seminar. During this session, we mingled with other students, introduced ourselves to our group for the upcoming journey, and listened to the testimonial of a Holocaust survivor, in one of the most intense hours of the program. If you are able to listen to a survivor’s account of their experience through the war, I would certainly do it. This kind gentleman was the fourth I had listened to, and each person has a unique story to tell. It is becoming all the more important to listen to the survivors of the Holocaust because, unfortunately, not very many remain. This is an upsetting thought, but this is why the Trust exists so that we do not forget what happened more than 70 years ago.

Chloe Sykes

An eerie experience it certainly is, but worth it to gain a better insight into how things once were for so many people. (Photographer: Chloe Sykes)

The day of the visit to both Poland and Auschwitz itself was a long and intense one. We arrived at the airport with a few hundred other students from Hertfordshire at about 4am, and returned to England at around midnight. The atmosphere was surprisingly upbeat as everyone reconnected and boarded the plane, only to be hit by the reality of the coming hours when we landed in Krakow. From here, we drove an hour on the coach to reach a little town called Oświęcim (pronounced Os-vim-shen). There was an eerie feel to the place, as it looked somewhat desolate yet busy at the same time.

We were taken to the local cemetery, where we wondered around in silence, looking at the individual grave stones and texts written in Hebrew. As it turns out, this was the resting place of 800 Jews who had died during the Holocaust, and contains the last Jew who lived in the little town of Oświęcim, Szymon Kluger. We learned that the cemetery had been raided a few decades ago, with burglars stealing headstones and smashing the remaining ones in an act of hatred. The broken pieces now make up a beautiful memorial statue in the middle of the cemetery, dedicated to the Jews of the Holocaust. It was an unexpected but emotional beginning to the day.

Chloe Sykes

‘Arbeit Macht Frei’ (‘Work Sets You Free’): one of the most horrifying phrases in our history. (Photographer: Chloe Sykes; Flickr)

From there, we drove only a matter of minutes to get to the Auschwitz complex, which took us completely by surprise. The town of Oświęcim lies only a couple of miles away from the war’s most notorious death camps, yet we were told that many residents had no idea about the atrocities that were being committed so close to their houses. Although I am ashamed to admit it, this is when I realised that Auschwitz was a different complex to the images of the railroad and the tower gate and the rows of wooden huts we were all so used to seeing in pictures and films; that site is actually called Birkenau. Instead we first entered Auschwitz, which is a site containing countless red bricked blocks, housing mostly prisoners of war, political leaders and those who were experimented on for the purposes of ‘science’. It was a truly nightmarish place, although it was pointed out to us that these prisoners were often treated ‘better’ than those in the colder, more densely-packed huts of Birkenau.

Each block that we went into showed us something different, from the living conditions comprised of hay beds and a diet of only bread and water, to solitary confinement where the punished were not allowed to sit or lie down for weeks on end. The most striking rooms for me however, were the ones containing the personal possessions from prisoners across Poland. One room had thousands and thousands of shoes, another full to the brim with human hair. The one that caught me off guard the most was the one filled with the suitcases with addresses painted on them, which belonged to those who really did believe they would return to their homes. Within these cases was everything they owned that was important to them, apart from their families, both of which were stripped away from them so cruelly. This was the moment that overwhelmed me the most, resulting in a few tears being shed.

Jennifer Boyer

Everyone should visit Auschwitz if just to take in the horrors that we must do our best to prevent from ever happening again, but don’t expect it to be an easy trip.
(Photographer: Jennifer Boyer; Flickr)

After this humbling experience, we then drove another couple of minutes to the Birkenau camp. Most striking of all when you drive up is how surrounded by trees and forest you are, only to end very abruptly giving way to the iconic towered gateway overlooking the camp. We were quickly escorted up to the top of the tower, and only then can you observe the true magnitude of the site. We were told that the parameter could take a good few hours to walk around, with the barracks continuing on in their line formation for as far as the eye could see. We walked into some of the few wooden huts which were still standing, as so many had been destroyed by the Nazis when attempting to liquidate the camp. The conditions, even today, can only be described as appalling. Hundreds of inmates were packed into barracks that would only comfortably house 40. The toilets, consisting of a concrete wall with holes carved out, illustrated how unsanitary these conditions were. After just 5 minutes I felt incredibly uncomfortable, I can only imagine the horror of living like this for years on end.

Shortly after, we started to walk up the railway tracks which disappear into the tree line. The walk was surprisingly long, and on this freezing cold day in February, it hit us all hard that the inmates would have been wearing so little clothing, struggling for warmth, whereas we were wearing at least four layers each. Along the way we stopped at one of the cattle carts that have been restored, showing how the prisoners were transported into the camp. A long while later we made it to the end of the tracks, stopping at the remnants of the crematoria. Like the barracks, the individual gas chambers had been largely destroyed or knocked down by the Nazis in order to cover their tracks. We stood there, once again in silence, as we tried to take in our surroundings. As darkness fell a couple of hours later, we returned to this spot with all the other groups who had visited with us on that day. We stood around the magnificent memorial, and listened to a Rabbi who had flown with us as he said a few words reflecting on the past and the present, followed by the singing of prayers in Hebrew. The thought still gives me chills, it was a truly poignant and beautiful moment as his voice echoed around us in the forest, eclipsed by a stunning sunset in the background. It was the perfect ending to an emotional, but enlightening day.


Lest we forget. (Photographer: Pedro; Flickr)

I would make a plea to anyone debating whether or not to visit Auschwitz/Birkenau or any other sites of the Holocaust to go, and to do so before the sites continue to degrade, and before humanity forgets. As my experience consisted of just a matter of hours in Poland, I will make it my mission to revisit both sites in order to gain a proper appreciation for what I saw and how I felt, and to continue to share my memories with more and more people. I would like to reiterate once more that it is paramount, especially in the modern political climate, that we as a society do not forget what happened here, and what ended the lives of over 6 million innocent Jews and minorities throughout the Holocaust.

Featured image ©  Rodrigo Paredes

Wenje, Zhang

An American in Rome

As an American transfer student studying full time in Rome, I’ve had the opportunity to travel all over Europe by myself and with others. With Rome as my home base, there has been a very fun and, at times, challenging transition process. This is the beginning of a series discussing this transition and what other Americans visiting Rome should expect.
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Andy Blackledge

Manchester: the Heart of the North

There has always been, and will always be, an ongoing debate on where the South of England ends and the North begins. Many think of Crewe as the boundary, others consider Nottingham and Birmingham as ‘Northern’. If we consider Ashby-de-la-Zouch as the centre of England, surely everything above it is in the North? The divide is an enigma, and the North itself is even more of a mystery to many a Southerner.

What cannot be disputed, however, is that the crowning jewel of the North is Manchester: the British capital of music, art, science, and a true home for every hipster. The city gave birth to the computer, the cotton industry, the Suffragettes, the railway, the splitting of the atom, professional football, trade unions, the first library in the English-speaking world, and the first female bishop. It is because of this long and fascinating history that Manchester sits as a bright flame among the dank rain and fog of the North.


Deansgate-Castlefield, one of the most well-known stops in the city. (Photographer: oatsy40; Flickr)

Any trip into Manchester should start from the south end of the city, at the locally famous Deansgate-Castlefield Metrolink stop. The bumblebee-coloured Manchester Metrolink connects the city to its outer suburbs and beyond, and is affectionately known locally as the ‘Met’. From Deansgate-Castlefield you can marvel at Beetham Tower in all its enormity. The 47-floor Hilton hotel stands above the rest of the city like an oblong beacon, reminding one of the mysterious black cuboid in ‘2001: A Space Odyssey’. From here, Manchester Central is but a short stroll away; take in the architecture of the once-busy train station, now an event venue, and admire the grand scale of what was the entrance to the spectacle that was the North. As you look around you, notice the old warehouses that provide small hints towards Manchester’s industrial past.

It is at this point that you can submerge yourself in the city as you walk up Mount Street, past the grandeur of the Midland Hotel and into Albert Square (no, you’re not back in London, there’s one in Manchester too!) where you can admire the scale of the Town Hall. The square is packed with events and bars all year round for every occasion, from Saint Patrick’s Day to the Manchester Christmas Markets — the largest German markets in the world, outside of Germany.

Becca Swift

St Peter’s Square, Manchester. (Photographer: Becca Swift; Flickr)

Cut through Lloyd Street and you’ll find yourself in St Peter’s Square. Opposite you is the recently opened KPMG headquarters, to your right is Manchester Central Library — the largest library in the city — and to your left is the Cenotaph. Welcome to what many locals consider the gateway to the city centre and one of the busiest squares in the city. If you’re visiting during the week, take care not to get in the way of the hundreds of lawyers, financial advisors and office workers that flood the city; in traditional Northern fashion, they’ll storm through you with a cheeky smile and a ‘Hello’!

Take a left up Mosely Street and you will find the Manchester Art Gallery on your right, a free and exciting gallery, with a range of exhibits from traditional artworks to modernist and interactive pieces. As you walk through the gallery, take a look at not only the art on the walls, but the people inside; it is here that you will see the full variety of Mancunians (a native or inhabitant of Manchester, commonly seen wearing a football shirt or donning Dr. Martens boots), from the Northern family taking a trip out, to the office worker on his lunch break and the high art enthusiast peering at the L.S. Lowry painting on the wall.


Visit Manchester Art Gallery to take in some high art and do a spot of people-watching. (Photographer: Dun.can; Flickr)

Heading east to King Street will land you in the centre of Manchester’s financial district, overflowing with high end boutiques. If you’re visiting the city on a budget, be warned: this is an expensive and exclusive area so guard your wallet from impulse buying! After having admired the buildings of the Hotel Gotham and Agent Provocateur, following Spring Gardens northbound puts you in the centre of Market Street, home to many high street brands. What is most striking about Market Street is not the shops, but the people on the street itself. With street performers, pretzel stands, tightrope walkers, magicians, human statues and more busking musicians that you can wave a stick at, Market Street offers an extravaganza of noises, smells and sights.

At the end of Market Street is Piccadilly Gardens, a once vibrant and beating centre of the city now fallen into unfortunate misery. On the bright side, a recent petition signed by over 20,000 Mancunians has forced the council to take action, and new renovations to transform the gardens into a flourish of flowers and fountains and will hopefully be underway soon.

Walking from Piccadilly Gardens up Lever Street brings you to what defines Manchester: the Northern Quarter. With a plethora of vintage shops and boutiques, record stores, tattoo parlours, art galleries and all things indie, this truly is the living soul of the city. A visit here must be accompanied by a stop in the Nexus Art Cafe, a small, underground cafe centred around that which is at the heart of Manchester: creativity. Coming out of the Art Cafe, visit the famous mural of David Bowie by street artist Akse. Street art is encouraged in the Northern Quarter and on almost every corner will be a piece that catches your eye immediately.

The spirit of the Northern Quarter is captured in Affleck’s Palace, a self-professed ‘emporium of eclecticism, a totem of indie commerce.’ An explosion of creativity and colour, Affleck’s offers a shopping experience like no other in the city. With tattoo parlours neighbouring cereal cafes, and wig stores across the way from steam-punk cosplay, there is nowhere else that more perfectly demonstrates the diversity of the city.

From the Northern Quarter take a walk to the Printworks, a printing factory renovated into an entertainment hub where you can catch a bite to eat, watch a movie in IMAX, or simply admire the the conversion itself. This leads you to the National Football Museum and Manchester Cathedral at the top end of Deansgate road. Walking along Deansgate, which spans almost the whole length of the city, will show you an array of clubs, bars, restaurants, shops and cinemas. Halfway down you’ll come across John Rylands Library, which houses literally millions of first manuscripts and works millennia old in a gorgeously Gothic 19th century library, and still serves as one of the University of Manchester’s many archival buildings.

At the very end of Deansgate is your starting, and now finishing, point at the Deansgate-Castlefield Met stop. While one day isn’t nearly enough to get more than a glimpse of the city, I hope that you will be able to appreciate its electrifying aura. There is a beat to Manchester that keeps the city alive and thriving, and never has that beat been stronger than it is right now. The city is blossoming into a new age and is finding itself, once again, at the centre of a cultural resurgence.

Featured image © Andy Blackledge


London Tube Etiquette: My First Experience of the London Underground

This entry is part 2 of 2 in the series A Semester Abroad in London

Participating in a study abroad program and living in London was the highlight of my Bachelor of Arts degree. This series is a record of my adventure to London and Europe with my young family and my sister as the nanny.

Travelling on the London Tube can be daunting for the uninitiated and involves knowledge and skill beyond just ‘how to top up your Oyster card’. It is a skill that includes certain knowledge of Tube etiquette: always stand to the right on the escalators, don’t make eye contact, Continue reading

Rodrigo Paredes

Barcelona on a Budget

For most globetrotters, Spain is synonymous with low prices and its carefully cultivated reputation as a budget destination has made it a long-time magnet for bargain hunters searching for sun on a shoestring. However, away from the budget enclaves of the costa resorts and country retreats, Spain’s most prosperous and visited city can come as an unwelcome surprise to the wallets of the uninitiated. Whilst certainly better value for money than Paris, London or Rome, travellers looking to soak up some Catalan culture can expect to pay around €20 for most of the big museums. Dinner for two at a paella or tapas-style restaurant in the tourist-heavy neighbourhoods of Eixample, Raval, Sants or the Gothic Quarter will rarely cost under €50, and if you don’t know where to look you can expect similarly eye-watering prices for a round of drinks. However, you don’t need to head to the outer barrios to experience the best of Barcelona on a student budget, and this brief guide should demonstrate that there’s no need to exchange quality for affordability in the ‘City of Counts’.

Ken Hawkins

If your trip to Barcelona has an open-ended budget, you’re fine. If not, you’ll need to be a little more savvy about where you go if you want to make your cash last. (Photographer: Ken Hawkins; Flickr)


If you’re coming to Barcelona to worship at the temple of Gaudi, then be prepared to pay a hefty tribute. Entrance to the world-famous Sagrada Familia church will set you back €26, whilst the Casa Mila on the city’s posh Passeig de Gracia avenue costs €22. Even the charming Park Güell, nestled in the hills to the north, will cost you €7 (N.B: you can save a couple of euros for some of these attractions by booking online in advance). Luckily there are still plenty of ways to experience the richest aspects of Barcelona’s unique and fiercely independent way of life for the price of a cup of coffee. First off, it’s worth noting that on the first Sunday of every month, many of Barcelona’s biggest museums waive their entrance fee, so if you’ve timed your visit well then you can easily cram in a week’s worth of attractions on the day and pay nothing.


El Passeig de Gracia might be aesthetically very nice indeed, but it certainly isn’t cheap. Watch out for certain pockets of the city that will set you back more than you can afford. (Photographer: Tokyographer; Flickr)

If you’re more interested in learning about the history of the city and the role it has played in shaping regional and national culture, then check out the MUHBA (Museum of the History of Barcelona) Group, which operates at a range of sites across the city. If you go to one of these museums, entrance should cost you less than €5 if you’re under 29 years old and, once you’ve paid for one, your ticket will grant you free or greatly-reduced entry to any of the two dozen other museums currently managed by this organisation (they also offer reduced admission to Park Güell).

I’d recommend the City History Museum as your first port of call; housed in a medieval palace in the heart of the Gothic Quarter, it’s the best place to get a crash course in Barcelona’s turbulent history — and if you venture into the basement you can explore the original foundations of the Roman settlement, built in 15 B.C! Another honourable mention for a cheap and unforgettable museum would be the Museu Frederic Marès just around the corner. I first discovered this spot whilst taking shelter from a thunderstorm in its medieval courtyard, and was lured inside when the alcoves failed to keep me dry. This villa contains what is essentially a mad aristocrat’s collection of high art and bric-a-brac, built-up over eighty years and filling four floors of space, ranging from ancient Greek marbles to a room full of Cuban cigars — a great way to wait out a monsoon and a steal at €2.


Barcelona is one of the world’s great food cities, and while I’m often prone to just getting a sandwich from the local supermarket chain to save money when travelling, it just doesn’t feel right to miss out on the food scene in exchange for a soggy egg sandwich from Aldi. Before getting to the more local fare, it’s worth mentioning just how much Barcelonans love a good burger; burger bars have sprung up in waves across the city in recent years, and connoisseurs have taken advantage of this craze to bring exciting, high-quality and affordable food to the masses.


Try this place if meat isn’t your thing. (Photographer: Ihourahane; Flickr)

My personal favourite without a doubt is Cat Bar, a somewhat dirty dive in the back streets of El Born which serves up the best vegan burger I’ve ever had in a city that is notoriously carnivorous. An eclectic and friendly place run by a Mancunian expat, it’s also one of the only places in Barcelona you can get craft beer, if you’re into that. Expect no-frills service from the sassy staff, and the satisfaction of coming out with change from a €10 note. Another good option if you want a guaranteed table at any time of night is one of the several branches of local superstar Bocoa Burger, which serves up juicy burgers with a Catalunyan twist and mountains of patatas bravas for similarly budget prices.

If you’ve come to Barcelona for the empanadas and paella, then your best bet for an authentic, budget version which hasn’t just come out of a microwave is probably La Boqueria indoor market, just off La Rambla. A year-round tourist trap, this place might not seem the ideal spot for a budget lunch upon first entering, where overpriced smoothies and suspiciously colourful dishes abound. However, if you penetrate a little further into the darker, more deserted corners of this gargantuan place, then you’ll find some very high quality local cuisine, at local prices. Looking for lunch here is an experience in itself, where you can watch fired-up grandmothers haggling over the price of blood sausage, next to a regiment of fisherman hauling in the latest catch of swordfish and octopus. While there are plenty of cheap markets to grab lunch, this one stands out in terms of atmosphere and variety.


In the summer, drinking in Barcelona needn’t be an issue for the cash-strapped traveller, when a solid night out doesn’t require more than a few cervezas and a place to sit on the beach or pavement. However, this is a less attractive option in these brisk winter months, and you will be forced to go indoors and pay for your drinks at a bar. Luckily, as it is with most cities, all the best watering holes are the ones that get you loaded for peanuts, and there’s really no need to pay €14 for a watered-down cocktail at a swanky seafront bar.

Jorge Franganillo

When night falls, don’t panic that you can’t afford the bigger clubs. There’s always a way around things! (Photographer: Jorge Franganillo; Flickr)

Honourable mention goes to Betty Ford’s, a legendary queer bar in El Raval which was once the haunt of Barcelona’s BoHo arts scene, but now welcomes a mix of tourists, skaters and students as well as the old crowd. The beer is very cheap, and whilst the cocktails veer a little toward the pricey side, they don’t mess about and will happily empty half a bottle of rum into your mojito whilst jamming to the endlessly funky playlist. Another winner, and a venue that can’t be beaten on price, can be found on the corner facing Barcelona’s infamous superclub Razzmatazz. While I couldn’t figure out the name of this bar (it doesn’t seem to have one), it seems to exist entirely for the purpose of letting would-be revellers get sufficiently buzzed on cheap sangria before facing the extortionate drinks prices in the venue across the street. A litre of beer is around €5, whilst a litre(!) of sangria topped with a dangerously generous dose of vodka should cost you about €6, making this place much more reminiscent of the cheap bars of the Magaluf strip in terms of price.

I hope this guide will give prospective travellers enough info to enjoy this wonderful city on a genuine student budget, and if you’re looking for things which cost nothing, then http://forfree.barcelona will keep you updated on all free activities and events in Barcelona.

 Featured image © Rodrigo Paredes