It was coming to an end to my Krakow trip. Apart from making enquires on train schedules to the guesthouse staff, I didn't manage to make any significant conversation with any one (locals or tourists). To be frank, I am actually ok with that (on second thoughts, I could had chat up some Polish babes if I didn't pulled that long face). The only regret in this trip was the fact that due to time constraints, I did not manage to visit Schindler's factory. Located in the eastern outskirts of Krakow, it was in this factory which the heavy-drinking Nazi party "member" protected and saved 1200 Jews through bribery, sheer wits and a heavy dose of compassion. There are now roughly about 7000 descendants of the Schindler-Jews living in United States, Europe and Israel.

I may have written exclusively on the victims for the pages before, but I thought about the very individuals who created or participated in the holocaust. I am not trying to play god here but these questions raced in my mind. Why did it happen? Why was there such an enormous amount of anguish and hatred seeded into the minds of the German Nazi government that they decided to stage the worst nightmare in the 20th century? To me, these questions remain unanswered. Perhaps conflicts and wars will be as extinct as the Dodo if we can ever find answers.

Leaving Poland was not difficult; it was sweaty. Did a brisk march (again) to the train station in order to catch a train to Krakow Balice (a.k.a. Krakow Airport). I woke up at 5am so that there's enough time to prepare for my Berlin flight. Not to say that I had alot of things to pack (I was a backpacker after all). Hey, squeezing all those cans of beer will require some sort of skills. But NOT drinking them until I reached Sillypore will require hell alot more of plain endurance.