Today I went to the former concentration camp of Salaspils, located around 20 kilometers from Riga. It was built during the winter of 1941/1942 under horrible inhumane conditions by Jewish men who were deported from the German Reich. Salaspils was the largest concentration camp of the Baltics, imprisoning many Latvians as well as political prisoners of different nationalities. Terrible medical experiments were carried out on children. I was touched by the amount of stuffed animals and toys placed at the memorial in remembrance of all innocent children. Now all that is left of the camp are the foundations of some barracks and statues, symbolizing hope and defiance. I strolled around the former camp for an hour or so, all alone. It was completely silent, except for the discreet sound system, which continuously played the sound of an immortal heart beat.