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  Solemn I went in and dazed I came out.  The bright, almost overpowering -- or so  it seemed by contrast -- sunlight was more than my eyes or I could handle.  Then, like in a fog, I noticed  25 maybe 30 feet ahead was a door to another building and I went inside.
   It was an exhibit of paintings by inmates of the concentration camps, some of them children, all painted in the camps.  Most of the painters never made it out of the camps.
   Two paintings side-by-side caught my attention most forcefully.  They were very simple paintings. - A street.  An overpass over the street.  Some buildings on the left.  A barn.  A horse and wagon.  No top or sides to the wagon.  Milk cans being loaded on it.  The two paintings were almost