I was surprised by how close some of the neighborhood houses were to the concentration camp. In the back area where there were ovens, gas chambers and where the dead were piled, there was a neighboring house which would have had a clear view into that area from their second story window. Surely, the people living right next to the camp during WWII knew what was going on. Seeing that house in such close proximity to such horror, and realizing that they likely said and did nothing, was a stark reminder of the “banality of evil”.