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Lebensraum (living space), that encouraged Germans to
                 move and colonize Eastern Europe without Slavs, Jews, and
                 any other group they considered undesirable. The Poles
                 fought against the Germans in the Warsaw Uprising to
                 secure their independence outside the lurking influence of
                 the Soviet Union. However, they were defeated and the
                 Germans destroyed a huge portion of the city. The Poles
                 wouldn't see freedom until the Revolutions of 1989, after
                 forty years of communist rule. Despite their loss, the effort
                 and act to fight was a bold move in order to demonstrate
                 courage and unity of a peoplehood.

                 The sixth day was March 26th. Throughout this entire
                 seminar, it has been a very interesting yet depressing, grey
                 experience. We started the day in the small village of
                 Tykocin. It looked very picturesque of a quiet, undisturbed
                 part of Poland. A Jewish community lived here, which is
                 very surprising in a town out in the countryside. The
                 synagogue was the last remnant to signify a Jewish
                 presence in the town. Scholars, Rabbis, and even a girls
                 school, created an immersive cultural center for the Jewish
                 people. Unfortunately, when the Nazis were given control of
                 the region which included Tykocin, they rounded up all the
                 Jews and shot them in the forest of Lopuchowo. Looking at
                 the plaques and Israeli flags that were lined on the fence of
                 the mass graves represented an entire culture killed within
                 one day in a peaceful forest. I didn’t really have a reaction at
                 that moment. There was only a blank expression that held
                 some degree of sympathy that couldn’t be seen on my face.
                 Today was my birthday. How could I celebrate a joyous
                 occasion without the graven mark of tragedy in front of me?
                 Birthdays are usually featured with singing, a party, and a
                 birthday cake. Instead, there were clouds, bleak weather,
                 and death. However, the only exception was the last
                 concentration camp we traveled to. Unlike Auschwitz and
                 Majdanek, Treblinka gave me a unique impression that
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