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KZ Dachau - Rinden | Christopher Hauser | Fine Art and Contemporary Photography | Architecture Photographer | Munich

KZ Dachau

I wanted to get people to think about what happened out there, how it was and that we can not leave it behind and forget it. It is a burned piece in our past which should always be remembered. This is a photographic series about the concentration camp in Dachau. It main purpose is to evoke awareness and to make people think about the Holocaust.

As George Santayana said, we are not allowed to forget the cruel things that happened in our past.

`Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it.´ George Santayana

Instead of stating facts in the beginning I decided to use a strong poem by Paul Celan. This poem is the perfect introduction to my work, because it is more powerful than any factual text could be. Below is the poem in plain text:

" Paul Celan - Deathfugue

Black milk of daybreak we drink it at evening we drink it at midday and morning we drink it at night we drink and we drink we shovel a grave in the air there you won't lie too cramped A man lives in the house he plays with his vipers he writes he writes when it grows dark to Deutschland your golden hair Margareta he writes it and steps out of doors and the stars are all sparkling, he whistles his hounds to come close he whistles his Jews into rows has them shovel a grave in the ground he commands us to play up for the dance. Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night we drink you at morning and midday we drink you at evening we drink and we drink A man lives in the house he plays with his vipers he writes he writes when it grows dark to Deutschland your golden hair Margareta Your ashen hair Shulamith we shovel a grave in the air there you won't lie too cramped

He shouts jab the earth deeper you lot there you others sing up and play he grabs for the rod in his belt he swings it his eyes are so blue jab your spades deeper you lot there you others play on for the dancing

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night we drink you at midday and morning we drink you at evening we drink and we drink a man lives in the house your goldenes Haar Margareta your aschenes Haar Shulamith he plays his vipers He shouts play death more sweetly this Death is a master from Deutschland he shouts scrape your strings darker you'll rise then as smoke to the sky you'll have a grave then in the clouds there you won't lie too cramped

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night we drink you at midday Death is a master aus Deutschland we drink you at evening and morning we drink and we drink this Death is ein Meister aus Deutschland his eye it is blue he shoots you with shot made of lead shoots you level and true a man lives in the house your goldenes Haar Margarete he looses his hounds on us grants us a grave in the air he plays with his vipers and daydreams der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland

dein goldenes Haar Margarete dein aschenes Haar Shulamith "