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I've been here many times, my Father was a Tankie on nearby Hohne Garrison and my Sister married a local and stayed on.
She got a job as a clerk on the garrison and took residence at a cottage in Belson village for some years, about five farms, a Pub and her place is the village.
But between Bergen (a small town) and Belson village and concentration camp is a derelict railway siding,overgrown with foliage on it's own with no railway anymore but with a cobbled road leading to it.
A wildlife enclave it was and very attractive to me, the kind of nine year old boy who would vanish all day into the countryside.
Later in life I would discover this is the railway siding that the people would be removed from train carriages, as if I need to tell anybody that they will have been like cattle waggons where some would already have died.
They would then begin the march of a couple of kilometres to the concentration camp.
Never did I think the place I spent so many hours utterly alone in could have such a past.