The second that you walk into the camp, this feeling hits you. It's something that really can't quite be described. I felt very solemn and alone. The location was filled with memories and events so significant that they could not be separated from the place. The place that this feeling was most prominent was in the crematorium. I could not even bear to be inside of it for too long. I had to step outside because it was too much for me to handle.
These are some pictures from Dachau.
^The gate into the camp
^^The above three pictures are memorials
^The crematorium sign
^The above two pictures are inside the creamatorium