I forgot to mention something else about the trip. I don't think there are words to describe the feelings I had when we saw the train car. The first time I saw it from above bc we were on the floor right above it. That made me cry. It was incredibly surreal and heartbreaking. But actually going to see it and going inside was the worst. I felt like I could sense the terrible, inhumane, and downright evil things that happened there. I felt like it was almost kind of disrespectful for us to be standing there and for it to be on display. I mean I get why it's there but it somehow seems very wrong to me. But I'm glad this museum was built because this is the least that we could do to honor all of those who died.