I've not written anything about my experiences in Auschwitz, or Krakow. It really was a fitting end to leaving. "The end of the road", so to speak for both of us, and an extremely moving experience. In one way, I knew once I entered the country of Poland, I too would not be coming out alive. While mine may have been metaphorical, none-the-less, it was an experience that changed me, saddened me, angered me, and most of all, taught me the importance of living your life with no regrets, because you never know when it can be taken from you.