I visited the camp this last June. The weather was awful. It was pouring freezing rain (even the locals said it was unusual) and the wind literally blew me off my feet several times. My companions and I were soaked to the bone and and couldn’t keep from shivering, even in the museum. I stuffed paper towels in my socks and hood to keep the cold fabric off my skin. It was an absolutely miserable experience – and because of that, it was a life-changing experience. If I was that miserable as a free tourist in June, how miserable would I have been as a prisoner in the middle of winter, standing in all sorts of weather for hours during role call?