It’s a Holocaust memorial. You walk through it.
Etched on the glass are stories from survivors. Short, heartwrenching stories like the barber who was forced to cut women’s hair on their way to the gas chamber. The prisoner who had to help dig up buried bodies (to incinerate them) and uncovered their entire family’s bodies.
Also etched on the glass were these:
One of the stories was about what it’s like to have a number tattooed on your arm, knowing that it will always be there as a reminder. As if you needed a reminder of that awful time and place.
I’ve been to several Holocaust memorials, including the one in Israel. Boston’s was one of the most impactful.