As I get on the bus to leave Dachau, I reach into my pockets for my mp3 player. The journey back to the hostel will take about half an hour, on both the bus and the U-banh (and a short walk). The bus chuffs, jolts once and starts moving through the suburbs. I still haven’t pressed play on anything. After a while I hit the random button. I guess a few songs must have played but I couldn’t tell you what they were. I couldn’t stand them. After a few minutes I turn the thing off.
I gaze out the window for a lifetime. Outside are people walking dogs, elderly people going for a stroll, and children playing basketball in what was once an SS training camp.
When I get to the train station, I stand on the windy platform, waiting. I think I need happy music to distract me, so I flip on some Beatles. I can’t even listen to the whole length of Love Me Do before I turn it off again. The train wooshes up and the people get on.
I ride home in silence.