 I went to Auschwitz-Birkenau for a week in the summer of 2010 with an international Buddhist group to bear witness, meditate, and recite Kaddish. Admittedly, I entered the camp in my Zen robes filled with self-righteousness. Going through the Holocaust Museum at Auschwitz, I was horrified, devastated, broken. I asked myself, my God, how could they have done this?