Have you ever had a travel experience so significant that it left an indelible scar upon your life for over a decade? My first visit to Oradour-sur-Glane did just that.
What was left of the Berlin Wall wasn’t much to see.
He had been in the room for no more than a moment, yet his expression was already contorted by a perpetual grimace.
At that moment, the man turns his head to the side and glances into the crowd. Ahaseurus is arrested by the man’s eyes looking into his own, as if they were penetrating deep into his soul and revealing all of his iniquities.