The trip started at the church in Prague where the assassins hid. The church was called The Orthodox Church of Saints Cyril and Methodius and was huge. At one point the church was a Catholic church however it somehow became a Greek Orthodox Church later. The first thing that the group did was go down to the basement of the church where there was a small museum and theater room. In the theater we watched a movie that was all about what I wrote about in the above paragraph. We then went into the crypt where the assassins hid. We then went into the chapel where most of the fighting with Nazis took place. The church/ museum was fascinating and I have already promised some friends who weren’t on the field trip with me that I would go back with them. I wouldn’t say the church was a point of personal pride like it is the to the Czech people but it was a source of relief. Far too often when studying World War II and the Holocaust I have read about apathy and an overwhelming willingness to support Hitler. This church was a shrine to those who had the courage to say enough.
After the church we boarded the buses to go to the sight where the town of Lidice once stood. It was very strange. The town stood on a hill and was surrounded by trees. That day it was sunny and the “town” was absolutely covered in snow. There were several memorials at the site. There was a memorial to all of the children, a cemetery, and a cross surrounded by trees. There was also a museum behind the town. I had a lot of trouble processing what had happened there. I spent about an hour walking around the site where Lidice once stood and couldn’t even imagine what had happened. I obviously come from a much bigger city than Lidice, but I couldn’t imagine what happened there happening in my hometown or even my neighborhood (which is about the same size as Lidice was).
Wednesday was a day filled with a whirlwind of emotions. I was able to take solace in the fact that there were people who gave their lives to fight Hitler and Nazis. I know that these heroes will always be remembered. It was also a day filled with tremendous sadness. Seeing Lidice was heartbreaking and the pictures of the children that lined the wall of the museum will always stay with me.
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