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'It was like walking into an old film. Like it wasn’t real. It was so horrible that it was like it was put there, it was all fake, as if someone had just put it there as a tourism attraction'. 


'L’église est l’endroit qui m’a le plus impressionné, parce qu’il y avait des impact de balles partout sur les murs et je voyais la scène se dérouler dans ma tête, c’était très triste a voir.'


'Después fuimos a la iglesia donde habían sido quemadas las mujeres con los niños, cuando estabas allí era como si te sintieses culpable por lo que ellos habían hecho.'


'We watched a video with English subtitles describing what had happened in Oradour. I remembered how when the video had finished, for a single moment there was complete silence as all us 40 kids stared at the blank screen in disbelief to what we had just seen.' 


'Dans ma tête j’imaginais toutes les femmes et les enfants qui étaient debout et les soldats qui arrivaient avec les mitrailleuses, tuaient tout le monde jusqu’à ce qu’il n’y ait plus de survivant. Quand je marchais dans l’église, c’était comme si je marchais sur les corps des personnes tuées.'


Yo, como muchos, veía las fotos pensando que murieron sin saber porque esos señores de uniforme, hablando alemán les mataron a ellos y a sus padres y hermanos. Parecían felices. Cuando lo piensas, te da rabia que estos niños fueron las victimas de algo de lo que ni siquiera sabían.


The dry ruins crumble and fall,

Torched by fire,

Worn by years,

The calm that shouldn’t be. 


Je ne savais rien avant de Oradour. Ma première impression étais que j’étais triste. J’ai vu les voitures, j’ai vu les vélos, j’ai vu le veille maisons, mais j’ai sentais triste.


Yo me siento fatal al pensar todo lo que pasó allí, me pongo a pensarlo y me da mucha pena, ellos eran personas normales como nosotros y un día, de repente pasó todo en unas cuantas horas, cuando llegó toda la gente del trabajo se encontró con que toda su vida, había sido destruida.


Chris, Josh, Clare, Sam, Luke (E), Luke (F) Jonathan, Trevor, Jack, Sarah, Toni (E) Toni (F), Flavia, Laura, Jaime, Hannah, Megan, Grace, Nick, Emily, Helena, Irene, Albane, Kayleigh, Simone, Annabel, Adrian, Ronan


Oradour - Student Work 


Before coming to Oradour, I already knew that it had been occupied by the Germans, and I’d read some books that mentioned it. I had no idea that the Germans would have done anything like Oradour to France, I was under the impression that the Germans didn’t really affect the French, and that they certainly didn’t harm them, but then I was proved wrong. Before coming to Oradour, the teachers had tried to explain what it was all about, how it had happened, what we would see…but there was no way they could have told us how we would feel when we entered, so that came as a huge shock for everyone. The utter silence, the absolute feeling of death, of life that had been wiped out by pure hatred and brutality. I kept walking around the town, and although I could see the burnt walls and bullet holes, all I could think of were the people, the women who had used those sewing machines, the man who had polished his car so carefully, trying to outdo his neighbour. The girls skipping down the street, on the way to the sweet shop…and all those lives and hopes and dreams and ambitions just wiped away by a group of animals. The cars made the most impression on me. I could just look at them and think of the families who had owned them, the outings that had been had in them, the father so proud of his car, it was just so unfair. It was all there, all that life, all those people living, but on top of that there was the reality of crumbled houses, bullet holes, rusted prams and charred beds. I walked around alone, and then with a friend. I kept talking, to try and reassure myself I think, to try and pretend that it was all a story, that it hadn’t really happened. But it had, and both of us knew that. We didn’t go into the cemetery, partly because it was getting late, and if I saw it, I don’t think it should have been a hurried visit, and also because I thought we’d already seen the village and the cemetery wouldn’t show us any more than we had seen.

I don’t think they could have built over the village, it would have been like a final blow to the memory of those people, it would have been like trying to build over the past, to pretend it didn’t happen, whereas what they did was show everyone, to commemorate the lives of those people, so that although they died, they could teach people in the future, they could do something. It is so important that people know and remember.


Chris Y8

When I first walked into the village I thought what a mess the Nazis have done. All of the houses were knocked down, you could see old rusty cars and bikes and the church was a mess.

The first thing I looked at when I went in was the houses they were a mess you could see bikes, sowing machines and beds. I wanted to know how they were smashed up. Then I read the booklet and it said the Nazis burnt down what happened it and they also shot machine guns as well.

The second thing I looked at was cemetery there was so many people, I looked at some of them and there was kids about 6,7,8 years old they died so early in there lives they’re properly thinking life’s too short. Only five or six people got away from the Nazis. It could have been eight because a women and a baby tried to get away but they both got shot that’s why there are lots of graves.

The last thing I looked at was the church, people told me that they grabbed every women and children and put them in the church and lit it on fire. Some women and children managed to escape but which people tried were to late.

With the men they put them in a barn, lined them up and shot them all. Some of them tried to hide underneath but they couldn’t because they weren’t fast enough. 


Josh Y8

I knew absolutely nothing about it then when I went to Oradour it told me a lot that I didn’t know.

When I was walking through the ruins I felt very depressed but I thought that I could see the people still there as they were before the Nazis attacked I could see the men and women at work then they were just wiped out.

The church gave the greatest impression on me because you could still see the bullet holes in the walls. I also remember all of the rusty cars some even with a few bullet holes in them.

I think that they chose not to rebuild over Oradour sur glan because they wanted to show and remember what terrible things the Nazis had done to an innocent town. I think it is important for people to know about Oradour sur glaine because they should know what they have done even to see what is still there just for remembrance of the people who died on that day at Oradour sur Glane.


Toni Y8

Before I went to Oradour I didn’t know anything about it. I didn’t even know it existed. I knew a little about the Second World War but not very much. My first impressions on Oradour were that it was horrible. It was like walking into an old film. Like it wasn’t real. It was so horrible that it was like it was put there it was all fake, as if someone had just put it there as a tourism attraction.

The ruin that made the biggest impression on me was the church. When you went into the church you could see bullet holes in the walls were people had been shot. People had come here every Sunday for a normal church service and then they were killed there. Also, the people’s houses made a big impression on me. Through the windows you could see the fireplaces, and normal every things like sewing machines. 58 years before they had been normal houses were normal people lived, people that would have been just like us if it all had never happened. 

I think they didn’t want to rebuild it because they wanted people to remember what happened, and for the few survivors to remember their old homes before it happened. I think the French government chose to make it historical monument because it’s part of French history and the details of the Second World War. I think it’s very important that people know about Oradour because it was part of history but also because it’s happening today in France with Le Pen. You would think that after all the horrible things that happened in history people would have learned but they haven’t because Le Pen is doing the same thing as the people that came to Oradour, but the French are still voting for him.

Another place that I think would be a bit like Oradour is the concentration camps and Anne Franks house. I’ve never been to any of them but I think it would be good to go. Also the Twin Towers people just like us in a few years time will probably visit them and it will be just a sad but we were alive when it happened it so we’re just like the people that lived when all the people were killed in Oradour. 


Clare Y8

Before I went to Oradour I knew nothing of it. When we got there it was so depressing walking through the streets, thinking what it would have been like. Trying hard to imagine who some Germans could of even thought of doing this! When all those people died even though you don’t know them you still feel hurt, I mean what if some of those people had planned to get married or what if some of the women were pregnant, all of there plans were ruined. The lady who did escape would probably have no family left. When I went to Oradour I visited the graves and where they had lists of names on plaques, it was really touching to be there. The most touching thing at Oradour was probably seeing the peoples left overs in the houses.


Sam Y8

My first impression when I entered the village was horrible I couldn’t imagine why someone would want do such a thing. All I could think about was why did the Germans do it, and how the people of Oradour would have felt, being pushed out of their homes, jobs and schools, and every thing they’d planed gone and they were innocent, why had the Germans done it? 

When I visited the cemetery it was very sad when I red the names of those who had died, there were babies the youngest I seen was 10 days old, I have never been to a more depressing place in all my life. It was really depressing when I saw the remains of the houses; toys, bikes, sewing machines and other objects the people of Oradour would have used all of them burnt.

When I went to the church it was very sad, you could see the bullet marks in the walls, and it was supposed to be a holy place. I thought what it must have been like going into your church where you said yours prayers every Sunday and then being killed horribly there.


Annabel Y8

I knew nothing about Oradour before I visited it, apart from our teachers informing us of what had happened. It wasn’t enough to prepare ourselves for what we were about to see.

Walking through the exposition building I felt disgusted at the pictures I was seeing. People being shot, hung and burnt. Puzzled, scared, innocent faces of those being killed for no apparent reason. Then after such a torture, carcasses and some still alive were throne on a pile of wood only to burn those innocent lives.

It was time to leave the expedition building now and walk in the village. The first thing that I noticed was a sign saying (SILENCE), so walking in absolute silence we walked around the village. It was very touching, looking at all those houses burned down, there useless now, no one living in them, just left to crumble into nothing.

   Looking through the streets of Oradour, it was hard to imagine all those innocent people who died, how the streets had once been a place of work, busyness and laughter. Now it’s just an abandoned old village, harsh memories and silence, no one laughs here. 

  The church was very upsetting, seeing all of the bullet marks in the walls, thinking of all of the people who were burned here. A n old burned down push chair lay in the corner, rusty and tattered, not touched since the day in 1933.


Luke Y8

Before I went to Oradour I knew nothing about it. But I knew about the fact that the Germans took over France during the world war, but I never realised that they were so cruel to do a thing like that!

I felt upset but also at one point I felt a little bit freaked out! When I was thinking that over 600 innocent people died there, I was, for some strange reason, thinking of their ghosts walking around, I was thinking that if this never happened, I wouldn’t be here right now, as it would probably just be another usual French village.

The church made the greatest impression on me, where hundreds of women and babies got killed, that was the saddest part too. I particularly remember the rusty cars and sewing machines. I think it’s because in the houses there was just rubble, and the only other things there were the sewing machines, cars, bikes e.g.

I think they chose not to build Oradour in the same place because it is a huge historical event, and to be rebuilt over would be such a stupid idea because less people would know about the tragedy, and it may even be forgotten.

I think it is important that people know about Oradour because people should not forget this and let it happen again, if people know about this, people won’t forget, so nothing like this will happen again.


Adrian Y8

The cold air was still. It was silent except for the sound of our soft breathing. You could of heard a pin drop. As we walked by the once used, Cafés, Garages, Bakeries, and other such places common in towns, gasps rung out.

Cars, imploded, were in garages, out in the streets, in places where you would usually find cars. Someone tried opening one of the doors. They were rusted shut.

“Must be locked.” He joked.

It might have been funny had it not be so serious.

Had there been anyone in the cars when the SS troops invaded? About to go somewhere? A highly anticipated trip?

The church was destroyed. I tried not to stay. I couldn’t stay. It was worse than I was prepared for. It was almost like the voices were there still. Crying out to anyone to listen. Crying like they had for the last sixty years.

Every gravestone has a story. Every gravestone has a tale to tell. If a picture says a thousand words, a gravestone can match it word for word. Gravestones touch people. These gravestones told me more than I ever wanted to know.

I went through every row. Looked at every stone. Looked at every picture. I found a massive grave. One for two. Husband and Wife. Separated at death. One died in 1993, ten days before the spouse died, years before. It stood out. How could you live? When the one you love has died?

Another one. A grave for a family. All nine of them. They all died, same day, separated. What had they done that merited such behavior? Nothing. Oradour was a haven of peace for nearly the whole of that awful war. If that was what caused the massacre then a lot of things that are being outlawed should now be made legal. It wasn’t right.

We found, in the underground “Exhibit” a list of names. There were around six tablets, all taller than me. All listing the name and age. All numbers up to one hundred must have been listed. Other things found in such a “Exhibit”? False Teeth for one. Glasses. 1000 francs. Toys. Everything used reguarly.

We left then. I didn’t want to stay any longer. Why Oradour? I doubt anyone knows. It’s a question I would like answering.


Ronan Y8

When I first heard of the massacre of Oradour in the last history lesson before the trip, I didn’t really think of the people who died and didn’t notice how many people actually died. I had thought at first that at least a little part of the buildings would have survived, but once I got there I noticed that the first two buildings that we past had no walls left at all. I then went off the main street and went left to the cemetery and I could see the differences between the rich people who died and the poorer people who died. This surprised me because it seemed like a lot more people had nice and big graves than those who barely had one. Then I went to the end of the grave were there was a list of all the people who died. The youngest child was 3 days old. It really shocked me when I read that. After the graveyard I went to see the shops like the butcher, the shoemaker, restaurants, the dentist and the hairdresser. I also saw a broken down building with around 20 rusted and broken cars, it looked like either a car store or a garage. Then I went to the church. The church was the place, which made me feel the saddest for the victims because it was were the children and women were killed. When I saw the bullet marks on the walls it felt weird because I had just been were someone died around 60 years ago and it made me feel happy that I wasn’t there with the rest f the people. There was even a part of the church, which was were the bell used to be, that had no more roof and we could see the bell on the floor. Then after the church, on the way back on the main street, I saw the barn were the men were shot. We couldn’t actually go in the barn but we could still see some bullet marks on the walls, which weren’t too destroyed.

But I still don’t understand why the Germans chose to destroy Oradour instead of an other place which could have been more important for them.


Hannah Y9

My first impressions were actually thinking about the museum we had all seen before. The sheer brutality of the event was just sinking in, and seeing the burned and ruined houses just shocked me more. Of course it was quiet, but it wasn’t an awkward quietness. It was a nice day, the sun was shining, and nobody was saying anything but we all knew what we were thinking; it was quiet reflection, everyone was taking in it in his or her own way. Occasionally, we would exchange comments about what we were seeing. We walked around in small groups, and some people were just walking around on their own, pausing sometimes to look in greater detail at some shop or house. There were no roofs on any of the houses, and a lot of it reminded me of Pompeii in Italy, which I went to with my family about 2 years ago, just rubble and stones. In some of the shops, you could still see the tiles and decorations on the walls, and there was twisted metal cars and bedsteads on the floor. I was completely speechless about it. There were just no words for me to describe it, everyone knew what we were all thinking, it was a very peaceful atmosphere, no-one was expecting you to tell a vivid account of your feelings about it, everyone could think what they wanted. Sometimes I imagined I was walking down the streets before the massacre, and I imagined Nazis just driving in one afternoon, how I would feel. I imagined how the village would have smelt, what it would have been like walking down the streets on a sunny afternoon. But I felt somehow that by doing this I was disturbing the memories, so most of the time I just took in what I was seeing. I couldn’t believe the destruction. The fact that there seemed to be no actual reason to why it had happened made it worse. I just wished that I could have helped in some way, but of course I couldn’t.  

The part of the visit I really remember is the garage. We saw sinks and some watering cans on the floor, but I was still thinking, “Oh, this can’t be real,” even though of course I knew it was, until I saw the garage. There were still signs and advertisements of garage companies and car companies, and twisted cars on the floor. Some of the signs said Renault on them, and that just made it all real for me, and it made a big impact on me because Renault still exists nowadays. It was then that I realised in my own way that it was all true and it actually happened.

I did not visit the cemetery because I did not have enough time, although I really wish I had. I expect that if I had seen it, I would have felt more of the same; sadness, despair and helplessness at not being able to help these people. When I explained my visit to my parents, my dad said that this place wasn’t the only example of this sort of thing happening, and worse still; he explained that similar events still happen today in wars. Although there are a lot of complications about events and causes of things like this, which I don’t fully understand, (so maybe I should not make valued judgements) I do know that the fact that such barbarism could still continue to happen just makes me sick and very angry. The underground memorial was very well done, but I don’t think it really conveyed the idea about the sort of cruelty that had happened, except the first part, which had statistics and information about the Nazis, and about Oradour. We saw the film that they showed in the special room, but I don’t remember much of that except when the camera showed the ruined houses and the rubble inside them. Nothing in the museums shocked me or made me really think except the statistics about the Nazis. I learnt a lot about them…and they really interest me, but of course only in a historical sense…! I haven’t really studied WWII in detail and I would like to because there is so much information like this and about the people who died, as did the inhabitants of Oradour. I think it is important to know about events like this.

I think that the reason why they did not rebuild Oradour in the same place was because I don’t think many people would have liked to pull down the remains and rebuild the place; because it would, in a way, be an insult to the people who were killed. Destroying the village would maybe suggest that they agreed with the Nazis, because the Nazis destroyed the village in any way they could, and so taking down the buildings would be a way of finishing off the Nazis’ job, destroying the village completely and totally. I think that they did not want the village to just rot and fall into disrepair even more that it had already, so they preserved it as a museum, to pay respect to all the people that died there. 

I think the French government chose to make the ruins an historical monument because they wanted to create a real memorial to remind people about the cruelty of the Nazis, but I think that it is mostly because of what I referred to in Question 5, the fact that letting it fall into disrepair would be an insult to the peoples’ memories and that letting it be destroyed by nature of anything else would be a way of assuring and finishing the Nazis’ job. I had never known of any other places or events like this being preserved, of course now I do, but I have never been to any. I do think that people should know and try to visit Oradour. It is a shocking and standing reminder of something that should never have happened and should never re-occur, and people can learn more than just about what happened upon visiting it. It makes you think of many things about yourself, about life in general. It made me think about what keeps the human race going, if such barbaric acts can happen. That is why I think that the restoration of the village is a brilliant idea, because it is a symbol of people recognising that it is wrong, and therefore, essentially a symbol between the old, old enemies good and evil. I don’t know how this sounds to the reader, whether it sounds clichéd or stupid, but to me it is perfectly clear!

Come feel their pain

A personal response to Oradour-sur-Glane


There is a silence.

A silence of thoughts that reigns through the roar of voices

A silence that should never be broken


Singed and violated

These buildings are gone

But shiver in a feeling from all of them,


An aura of pensive reflection


Take from this, from which we can all learn

Thought from this, into which we can all plunge, sense, experience, feel

These are the cold, deep waters of death

And the sunrise of sweet realisation


Baked, burned and ruined

It is our tiny hearts that must bear

this one small splinter of pain from the broken


And feel in the midst of the village


A small and sorry voice calling from the shadowed flames

That says clear as the eyes that once shone there


Come feel their pain. Take their poison

And never again be re-poisoned; finished is the spirit that stole these

Hearts away.

Haunt this grave. Forever.



Megan Y9

I felt a great sadness and depression when I was walking through the village, just to know that so many lives had been slaughtered. I saw loads of ruined buildings there were cars, bicycles, deformed in odd places like on top of the walls or under rubble. I thought about the people that were killed and the question of ‘why’ came into my mind several times.

I think it must have been the church that made the greatest impression for me, even though it wasn’t the building that was destroyed the most, it was the fact that so many lives had been taken. I particularly remember the burn marks and the bullet holes on the walls and foor.

In the underground memorial I saw the names on the walls of the people who died, I saw the remainders of the personal belongings e.g. glasses, watches etc… I felt mixed feelings of depression and sadness when I saw the relics on display.

I think they chose not to rebuild the town in the same place because, it would rid them of their memory to the people who lost their lives.I think that the French Government wanted to preserve the menories and to show what happened.



Before I visited Oradour sur Glane, I knew nothing about it. Maybe I had heard some vague comment about it here or there, but nothing significant that I remembered. And if someone had asked me if France was occupied during the Second World War, my answer would have been “I think so…maybe…I’m not sure…”

My visit to Oradour changed that.

All of us 40 kids of the Loire Valley trip had been told what to expect before we actually entered the ruins of the town. We knew what it would look like, what had happened there, and how to act.

My first impression when I walked into the town was that I was walking into a graveyard. It had the same feeling, the same aura. It seemed like a perfectly peaceful and lovely town, except that now…it was dead. The ruins on the outskirts seemed mostly like farmhouses, a lot like any average ruin you visit, one that has been worn down for centuries. Only these buildings were only 60 years old.

As I walked farther into the village, the more depressing it became. It wasn’t a plastic tourist site, it had once been a real civilization. The buildings still had burn marks on them, and rubble was piled on the floor. Although all of the furniture would have been burnt up, each house had a few items in them made out of steel/copper that hadn’t gone. Amongst the wreckage we could see rusted sewing machines, pots and pans, broken beds with stretched out springs. Rusted cars were parked on the road, and in the remains of the hotel, half a jukebox sat against the wall. But the fields and gardens were covered in green grass, buttercups and daisies.

I walked around touching the building walls, making sure that they were real, trying to understand and comprehend that these were the same walls as they were 60 years ago.

At first I wondered alone, then with my friend. She looked around us as we walked, looking at the silent road, the rusted remains of cars, the old shops and houses, as she imagined this place when it was alive.

“I bet some young man saved up all his money for that car, so proud when he bought it,” she said, “see the sewing shop? Some girl would have dragged her mother along to it, begging her to buy the pretty white dress in the window with the flowers embroider on it. And the little boys who owned those bicycles would have fished in that stream on sunny days…” she continued, dreaming up a life for everyone lost. I nodded and smiled along with her, but looking around the ruins, I myself could not imagine the lives that lived there. I could only think of the death. Something that was certain. As I looked at the remains of cars, shops, houses, I could only see what I knew, that the people had died there. The burn marks on the buildings and the bullet holes in the walls. I couldn’t see the village as it always should have been seen, couldn’t even begin to picture it; with the little boys fishing and the flower dress in the shop window. But if I looked down the road and blurred my eyes, I could easily see the nazi army trucks driving up the little street. 

We visited the church but stopped outside the cemetery. We didn’t feel the need to go in. Walking around the town had already shown us all that the cemetery could. 

Before entering the town, we visited the underground memorial, to give us all the information about the Second World War and Oradour we would need before we went into the town itself. We watched a video with English subtitles describing what had happened in Oradour. I remembered how when the video had finished, for a single moment there was complete silence as all us 40 kids stared at the blank screen in disbelief to what we had just seen.

To France, Oradour sur Glane is a significant historical monument of the suffering of the millions of victims of the Second World War, and of the occupation of France. I think they chose not to rebuild it so it is always there as a constant reminder and constant proof of the terrible things that happened.

It is important that people know about Oradour because it is such a good teacher to show people today what life was like back then, and to help them not to do the same things again.



Going to Oradour was one of the most depressing things I think I have ever seen. I wish we had stayed longer there even though it was depressing. It was a place that you didn’t want to leave it might if been a place of destruction and massacre but it was a placing of thinking and wondering not a place of future but a place in the past and thought of why an organisation can be put together to create such an group of fascists, racists and murderers. Before I walked into the village I was imagining a much more built city I did not realise that it would be as destroyed as it was. What struck me most were the labels of where every body lived the bakery the hardware store that really brought the reality of this disaster to me. The church really brought home the destruction to me. I could hear and sense the mass of people that were killed right here. What I have brought back from of that is a sense of hatred and disgust for a political leader to become so powerful and believe that he has the right to kill innocent people. I think that this was put up as a monument to warn people of what destruction and suffering this war caused and not wanting it to happen again to any nation or countries.



One of the first things that hit me about the village was the quiet, I remember very clearly a bird squawking as it flew over and that noise echoed off all of the ruins in the town. I think I remember this so clearly is because as we walked along in silence we were heading for the underground memorial and there were lots of daisies out on the grass I thought of these as the only living things left in the village.

The underground memorial was one of the places in the village that really ‘hit home’ simply because you could look over the names of the all-742 dead. Megan and I looked at the ages of the people on the memorial plaques around the four and we found children from the age of 3 weeks old, but there were children of our ages and we shuddered to think what it must have been like to stand there and know what was going to happen to you when the first rounds sounded then watching the rest of the people drop to the floor.

Seeing the church was the thing that struck me most because you could still see the holes in the walls where the rounds went in – killing people as they went.

This is the poem I wrote after the trip it is based on the quiet:


Oradour sur Glane

The village where sound sleeps.

The quiet draws breath,

As the village lies dead,

Dormant in its state of rest.


The dry ruins crumble and fall,

Torched by fire,

Worn by years,

The calm that shouldn’t be.


Beside the church of massacre,

New life rears a head of petals,

The white crown and golden centre,

Hold stare towards the sun.


Grace Y9

One of the first things that hits you in Oradour is the sound.  There is none, it is completely silent.  Walking through the untouched ruins makes you think.  On the 10th of June 1944, people would have walked down the main street into the barns, churches etc with not a care in the world, they didn’t know that they were about to die.  In the video that we are currently watching in history there is a home made film at the beginning.  A man is filming what seems to be his wife and baby daughter and friends walking down the main road, along the tramline.  I walked down that same road.  You look into some of the ruins and see pieces of untouched furniture.  A sewing machine placed beside two small beds, cars left in the garage, the remainders of what looks like a juke box in the lobby of the hotel.  It’s kind of hard to get your head round the idea of going to a peaceful village, rounding up everybody and then killing them.  From my point of view I think it’s inhuman, it’s sick.  There’s a lot to take in whilst walking through the streets of Oradour sur Glane.  You feel a lot of emotions all at once, sadness, anger, helplessness, and hatred.  It’s hard for you to put them all down on paper.  Then you say to yourself, what the hell would I do if something like this happened to me? 

I can remember walking past a house where a sewing machine was sat next to two small, children sized beds.  I stood and looked at it for a while.  You begin to picture scenes in your head.  Except, it’s not the people of Oradour that you can see, it’s you and your family in their place.  It’s rather disturbing and frightening.  The first thing I thought of was my mum, because she sews a lot then I thought of my two little brothers.  It can make you want to cry.  I know that it’s silly because that was then and this is now, but I imagined it being my mum sat next to my two brothers.  You really do get some mad ideas in your head.  Well, maybe it was just me… It made me angry, if something like that really had happened to my family I would have wanted revenge, I probably would have wanted to shoot all the nazis myself.  It’s really hard for one to put all their thoughts and emotions down on paper. Then I watched a video in history and there was an interview with the boy (now old man) that had escaped from Oradour.  He no longer feels revenge.  It’s hard to understand.

That’s where I cried.  It’s just really, really upsetting.  There are graves where the names and the ages of the people that have been buried there have been engraved in the stone.  Pictures are sometimes put onto plaques and placed beside the graves, in memory of the person lying there.  At the far end of the cemetery there are glass-topped coffins with remainders of bones.  In the underground memorial you see different relics on display.  Like children’s toys, cutlery, glasses, watches things like that that had survived the fire.  They all used to belong to people… If I can remember rightly there was a wall where all the names of the people that had died were written.

Why do you think they chose not to rebuild Oradour in the same place?  I don’t think that anybody could have had the heart to.  It was such a devastating ordeal that I think that many people decided that to leave it in remembrance was the best thing to do.

I think that it is important that people, not just in France know what happened in Oradour.  It shows the pain, and unfairness that France was put through, and the cruelty of the nazis during World War II.  All because one man had so many extreme ideas, many others suffered.  


Nick Y9

Stunned, I was scared, horrified, it was sad and depressing, and had me in tears most of the time. There was not much left of the houses, other than charred bricks, burned cars, and bones of the dead. I do not understand how people could have done that to each other, or how they continue to kill each other.

It must have been the cathedral, as soon as one walked in, not only the air, but the smell changed. It was kind of sour, or stagnant. The bullet holes, the burnt baby carriage, just made you imagine hundreds of screaming women and children, and seeing them writhing in the flames, knowing that they were about to die.

I did not visit the underground memorial, but the cemetery left a mark. Seeing the bones and names of the hundreds dead, some 2 week old babies, some 7 year old children, 80 year olds, and hundreds in between.

There are museums in Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Japan (where two of the atom bombs were dropped), which I have heard and read about but not visited. I have visited a concentration camp in the north of France. I think it is important for people to know about Oradour so people will think before they act, and not cause so much pain and suffering to innocent people.


Emily Y9

Before I visited Oradour, I knew next to nothing about it and didn’t realise the tragedy that had happened on 10th June 1944.

Prior to walking round Oradour, we went to the underground memorial that was very interesting as it explained, through text and videos, what had really happened and why it was such an outrage.

When I first walked through the ruins, it looked as if a bomb had gone off because all the houses had their roofs missing. It was extremely quiet. All you could hear was nature.  I thought about all the people that had died there, and felt very sad but I don’t think you realise what the exact feeling is until you go there. It had been preserved very well and you could still see metal bedposts, sewing machines and cars left there.

The church made the biggest impression on me because many women and children had brutally died in there. You can still see the bullet marks on the walls. It would have also been the town’s heart and many people would have been in and out of there.

I visited the cemetery and there were graves for people who had died there. It was very emotional.

I think they chose not to rebuild Oradour because, at the time, it would have been a complete shock to everyone and so they probably thought that if they didn’t build on it, and preserved it, then others would learn about the terrible massacre. I think it is basically a way of deterring people and making them remember the dangers of war.

The only other memorial I can think of is Coventry Cathedral. It was bombed in the war, and although they have built a new Cathedral beside it, the original was left for a memorial.

I think it is very important that people visit Oradour because it gives them an idea of what it was like in the war and a reminder of what wars do. 


Simone Y9

I knew very little about Oradour-sur-Glane before visiting, except that it was attacked by the Nazi soldiers, and hundreds of villagers were killed. 


It is hard for me to describe what I felt in Oradour-sur-Glane and after leaving.  It was so horribly sad. A whole village in ruins, blackened from fire, with rusted cars in the streets, and bullet holes in the church walls.   The silence was the worst.


I cannot find words to describe the way we felt while visiting Oradour.  Below is a story, not really a story, but an account that tells both the story of what happened at Oradour-sur-Glane on June 10th, 1940 and the impression it left on me:


               It was the last day of our Loire Valley trip and we had one final stop, before we returned home.  Oradour-sur-Glane.  The night before, the teachers accompanying us on the trip had told us vaguely what this town was like, and what had happened there, but still, we had no idea how sad and horrible this town would be for us. 



               At one time Oradour-sur-Glane was a lively, tiny village, known by only a  few outsiders.  It was a pretty village, inhabited by barely  700 people.  Oradour-sur-Glane was very different, hardly playing any part in French history.  That is until the 10th of June, 1944.   Oradour-sur-Glane is now very much a part of French history.



               We arrived in the village before lunch.  We planned to visit the remains of the village and the museum before we ate.   The museum started with a film, telling us, in chronological order, exactly what happened on this tragic day, June 10th, 1944. 



               It was beautiful, sunny day.  No one would have expected anything bad to happen on such a beautiful, warm summer day.  The bells of the church rang twice: it was 2 o’clock in the afternoon.  The children had just come home from school; the adults rested before returning to work.  The village was silent, except perhaps for the sound of a child laughing occasionally, or the occasional cooing of a pigeon.  Nothing else.  Everything was quiet.  Everything was at peace. 

               The silence was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a car driving up a street. Then another car followed, and another, and another…  They were Germans, Nazis.    The Germans were parking in various places around the town.  These Nazis were dressed in camouflaged uniforms, with black boots, green helmets… but the villagers weren’t worried.  They hadn’t done anything wrong, and the Germans had been there before.



We exited the room in which we had watched the film and walked silently into the rest of the museum, looking at horrible black and white pictures or the catastrophe and others similar to this one.  None of us spoke while we walked slowly from picture to picture.  We couldn’t think of anything to say, it was too horrible.  Yet, this was not the worst.  We had yet to see the village.



               A lot of the villagers were now at their doorsteps, or hanging out the windows, watching curiously as the Nazis walked around the village, shouting orders to each other in german. No one even thought of running away.  Why should they?  They had no reason too.  They couldn’t see why they should fear the Germans.

               In the distance, they heard the sound of the village drum.  It was calling to them.  It was summoning them to the village square.



               We were finished with our tour of the museum.  It was now time to visit the village, or at least what was left of it.  Slowly, we walked to the gate at the edge of the village.  A wooden sign lay against a wall, with the word “SILENCE” written across it, but it wasn’t needed.  None of us had anything to say. 



               The villagers slowly began to walk towards the square, talking casually among themselves.  They didn’t think there was anything to worry about, so what was this all about?  But soon, Nazi patrols began to push and shout at them.  The small children from the schools were in rows, following their teachers without questioning.  But still, the villagers were not worried, and didn’t suspect in the slightest that they were on their way to death. 



               Our teachers told us the time we had to be back at the gate, then let us walk around the village on our own, or in small groups.  Hardly anyone said anything.  We made our way slowly up the first street, stopping at various ruins of old houses in a kind of stupor.  None had roofs.  None had windows or doors, only holes in the walls where doors and windows had once been.  All the houses had been severely damaged or burned.



               The Nazi soldiers began to sort the people.   Women and children to one side, men to the other.  The women were taken to the church.  The villagers now started to fear. “What was happening?” 

A new kind of silence had settled over the village, this time not a peaceful silence, but a tense, fearful silence.

              An hour passed.  The Germans were shouting to each other, and at the villagers.  No one entering Oradour-sur-Glane that afternoon ever came out again.  None of the neighbouring villages knew anything.  No one around Oradour suspected a thing.

              The Villagers were now beginning to be very afraid. 



              I slowly ran my hand across a crumbling wall that had once been the Pharmacy of the village.  I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.  The inside of the Pharmacy, which was visible as most of the wall had collapsed, was black from the fire that had destroyed it.  I imagined the fear the villagers must have felt when they finally realised what was happening to them.  I could almost see them, if I were to close my eyes, walking slowly as the Nazi soldiers pushed them along. 



              The soldiers were now separating the frightened men into smaller groups, and were leading them to barns, garages, warehouse and hangars and lining them against the wall.  It was now around 4 o’clock. 

              An officer yelled some orders, and the soldiers began to shoot at the men, killing as many as they could.  Once all the men had fallen, they covered the bodies with straw and wood, before setting fire to them.  Many of the men were still alive before fire was set.



              I made my way across the square and up a street towards the church, where the women and children had been killed.  In various places on the streets, or on the ruins,  hung stone signs where the men had been killed.  Some of us stopped briefly at these places, but I made my way slowly towards the church. 

              The church was in ruin, like any other building in the village.  Outside the door was an iron crucifix.  Inside, rocks and broken bricks and stones lay on the floor.  There were several bullet holes in the walls and in the alter.  This was a very little church.  500 hundred women and children, 58 years ago, had been crowded here.



              The women and children were locked in the church for hours on end.  They didn’t know what was happening outside, though they had heard gunshots, and guessed that the men were dead.  Finally, after several hours of standing around and waiting, the church door opened.  The women and children tried to get out, but it was soon closed again.  Two Nazi soldiers came in, and now were placing a large container on a table. The container had come sort of cords that came out the top.  The Nazis quickly lit these cords, then left the church, locking the door behind them. 

              Deadly fumes were coming from the container, as the women and children began to scream and cry.  The soldiers began shooting through the windows.  It was sheer panic within the church, but there was no escape. 

              Only one women did escape.  She managed to crawl behind the altar and climbed a stepladder before jumping out of a window above the altar.  Another women and her baby tried the same thing, though they were shot as they climbed. 


              I soon left the church.  I couldn’t stay with the screaming ghosts.  I began to make my way to the cemetery. As I walked slowly among the graves, stopping at a few of them I read the names.  At the back of the cemetery, there was a monument, in memory of those that died on the 10th of June 1944.  Two small caskets were open but covered in glass. Inside lay remains of bones of children that had been found.  Behind the caskets, was a wall, on which the names and ages of the dead were inscribed.  One of the babies that died was only 12 days old.



              Once the Nazi soldiers were finished with the killing, they had a feast on the food that remained in the houses, and partied late into the night.  The next morning, they set fire to the rest of the village, hoping to destroy all traces of what they had done.  Some of the bodies of the dead were thrown into wells or into deep pits that they dug.  They then fled.


              Five men survived the shootings, and one woman escaped from the church.  There were other survivors as well, such as people who had not come when the drums had sounded.  A young boy, Roger Godfrin (8 years old) who had run away after he first saw the Nazis.  Now, he had no home.



              We made our way slowly to the gate, to the meeting place.  I couldn’t believe how horribly sad this village was.  We were all quiet on our way back to the bus for our lunch.  We all spoke very little at lunch.  There wasn’t much to say.  It was simply to horrible to believe.



              A total of 642 men, women and children were killed on the 10th of June, 1944, and many of them were burned alive.  Ultimately, justice was served and the guilty were brought to court.  A trial and the Nazis who were responsible for this massacre were tried and convicted.  . However, not all of the guilty were punished.  A second trial was held for them 40 years after the destruction and murder of the village, Oradour-sur-Glane.   


I can understand why they did not rebuild Oradour-sur-Glane in the same place.  I am sure they believed that if they conserved these ruins, it would stand as reminder for all of humanity about how awful war is, and how cruel the human race can be.  It is a reminder for us to not let such a thing happen again. 


That is what the people hoped to achieve when they decided to preserve the ruins of Oradour, yet the human race still has not learned this important lesson about the horrors of war.  Things similar to this still happen today.  Look at September 11th, 2001. 


Oradour  - le travail des étudiants 

Jonathan Y8

Mon impression est que ces gens n’ont pas eu de chance d’être des habitants de ce village, cela m’a donné l’impression d’être là au moment du massacre. C’était très triste, et, en regardant les ruines je pouvais imaginer ce jour-là où tous les habitants ont été massacrés et fusillés par les Nazis. Je n’ai pensé à rien quand j’étais là. C’était si triste, que j’étais très ému à l’intérieur. Je n’ai pas visité le cimetière, donc je n’ai vu que les ruines et l’église. Et c’est ce qui m’a le plus impressionné, parce que il y avait toujours les impact des balles qui ont été tirées par les Nazis et tout était encore noir là où ils ont brûlé les gens. Il n’y avait plus de toit sur l’église non plus. Non je n’ai pas visité le cimetière. Mais j’ai entendu que c’était très triste, et très émouvant. Ils ont choisi de ne pas reconstruire le village parce qu’ils ont voulu que ce soit un mémorial donc ils en ont construit un autre à côté des ruines. Oui, c’est très important pour les Français et même les Allemands, pour leur rappeler les horreurs qui ont pu avoir lieu pendant la deuxième guerre mondiale.


Trevor Y8

Avant d y aller je savais que la 2e Guerre Mondiale avait été horrible parce que les Nazis avaient tué des juifs et des bohémiens innocents mais je ne savais pas qu’ils avaient tués les innocents qui n’avaient jamais vu des Nazis dans leur village. 

J’étais triste et j’étais un peu ennuyé de ce que les Nazis ont fait à cet village et je veux venger cet village. J’ai pensé à tous les gens qui on été tués là et toutes les personnes qui n’étaient pas là parce qu’elles ont échappé ou elles étaient au travaille à Limoges et je me suis demandé pourquoi les Nazis on fait cette horrible chose. Pour moi l’église était la plus impressionnante parce que tous les enfants et les femmes on été assassinés dans cette église. Parce qu’ils voulaient que ça reste comme un témoignage de la terrible chose qui s’est passé là. Ils veulent que ça nous rappelle ce massacre et s’assurer que ça ne reproduira plus. Ils ont laissé comme site historique pour empêcher que cela arrive encore. 


Jack Y8

Je ne savais pas beaucoup sur la deuxième guerre mondiale mais je sais que il y a eu a peux pris 56 millions de mort dont 642 mort a Oradour. C’était émouvant et je ne savais donc pas comment des personne peuvaient tuer des enfant et des femmes.

J’ai pensé à toute les personnes qui étaient mortes et  ce que je ferais si j’étais dans le même situation. Je voyais la scène se dérouler dans ma tête c’était trés triste a voir. Le village est resté la pour expliquer et faire comprendre ce que c’est une guerre et combien de personne elle peut tuer.


Sarah Y8

Avant d’aller à Oradour, je ne savais pas grand chose sur la 2e guerre mondiale. Lorsque j’ai marchédans le village, ma première impression était la tristesse, puis après je ne comprenais pas comment des êtres humains pouvaient faire quelque chose d’aussi grave que cela. Je ressentais de la haine au fond de moi . J’ai pensé à la tristesse, et ce que devaient ressentir les survivants, les amis et la famille des morts.   La partie du village qui m’a le plus impressionnée était l’église parce qu’on voyait les trous marqués par les balles. On a aussi tiré sur des personnes puis on les a brûlées à mort. Ce n’est pas quelque chose qu’on ferait, surtout dans une église. 

Pourquoi les survivants ont-ils choisi de ne pas reconstruire le village au  même endroit  Parce qu’ils veulent que ça reste comme un monument et cela est une des pire chose qui est arrivée en France, et pour le respect des morts, qui ont habité là avant. Pourquoi pensez vous que le gouvernement français a fait de ces ruines un site historique? Pour rappeler aux gens le massacre qu’il y a eu à cet endroit. Pensez-vous qu’il soit important que les gens se rappellent Oradour ? Pourquoi ? Oui, c’est important parce qu’il ne faut pas que cela  se reproduise.


Toni Y8

Avant d’aller à Oradour je ne savais presque rien sur la  2e guerre mondiale. J’ai pensé que c’était très triste. Je ne savais pas que quelqu’un pouvait faire quelque chose comme ça.

Quand j’ai marché dans le village j’ai pensé que 58 ans avant c’était un village normal ! Il aurait des personnes normales qui vivaient-la. Ils seraient exactement comme nous. 

L’église  m’a le plus impressionnée parce qu’on a vu les trous  de balles où ils ont tiré sur les femmes et les enfants puis ils les ont brûlés.

Je n’ai pas visité le cimetière mais quelques personnes m’ont dit qu’il y avait des jeux d’enfants et des choses d’adultes. Je n’ai pas vu le monument aux morts souterrain mais les personnes qui y sont allées, ont  dit que c’était très bien.  

Je pense que les survivants ont choisi de ne pas reconstruire le village au même endroit parce-que ils voulaient que tout le monde sache  ce  que les Nazis ont fait.

Je pense que le gouvernement français a fait de ces ruines un site historique parce qu’ils voulaient qu’on se rappelle ce qui s’est passé. Je pense que c'est important que les gens se rappellent Oradour parce qu’ils doivent savoir ce qui s’y est passé.  


Flavia Y8

Avant d’aller à Oradour, je ne savais pas beaucoup de choses sur la guerre en France. Je ne savais qu’un peu sur les Nazis et Hitler. Ma première impression était de me mettre à la place des personnes qui étaient là en 1944. Quand j’ai marché dans la rue principale, je me suis imaginée étant une de ces personnes qui ne savait pas ce qu’il allait ce passer, ce qu’il allait leur arriver, et qu’ils ne savaient pas que dans quelques heures ils seraient morts. Dans la rue, il y avait la voiture du docteur qui n’avait pas bougé depuis ce moment-là.

J’ai pensé à ce ils ont dû ressentir ce jour-là et les questions qu’ils ont dû se poser. Pourquoi un petit village tranquille, sans histoires, a été choisi au lieu d’un autre. Qu’est ce que les villageois avaient fait pour mériter ça ?

Je crois que c’était l’église parce que c’est là où toutes les femmes et tous les enfants ont été tués. Dans les murs ont pouvait voir plein de petits trous fait par les mitrailleuses. Dans ma tête j’imaginais toutes les femmes et les enfants qui étaient debout et les soldats qui arrivaient avec les mitrailleuses, tuaient tout le monde jusqu’à ce qu’il n’y ait plus de survivant. Quand je marchais dans l’église, c’était comme si je marchais sur les corps des personnes tuées. J’ai visité le cimetière et j’ai ressentis de la peine. En marchant, on pouvait voir les tombes des morts de ce jour là ainsi que leurs noms.

J’ai trouvé les montres des personnes choquantes parce que les aiguilles s’étaient presque toutes arrêtées en même temps. C’était comme si le temps s’était arrêté pour toujours. Je crois que c’est  parce que c’était une des pires choses qui est arrivée en France et aussi en hommage aux personnes qui vivaient là avant.

Pourquoi pensez-vous que le gouvernement français a fait de ces ruines historiques ? Parce que c’était un évènement important. Ca montre aussi que ça peut arriver n’importe où et n’importe quand. Je trouve que c’est bien que les personnes s’en rappellent parce qu’on ne voudrait pas que cela se reproduise.


Albane Y8

Je ne savais presque rien sur la guerre Mondiale avant d’aller à Oradour et j’ai beaucoup appris sur les Nazis en y allant. En entrant  dans le village je me suis imaginé les personnes entrain de vivre leur vie, et je trouve ça triste quand on voit les trous dans les murs de l’église, on peut s’imaginer le massacre qui s’y est passé.  J’ai pensé que pour les gens qui ont pu s’en sortir parce qu’ils étaient au travail ça a dû être très dur pour eux de savoir que leur famille a été massacrée.

La partie du village qui m’a le plus impressionnée était l’église car on s’imagine vraiment le massacre. J’ai visité le cimetière. C’était très triste car on pouvait voir les photos des personnes enterrées et on pouvait voir des photos de bébé tout jeune et plein d’autres personnes.


Kayleigh Y8

Je ne savais rien sur Oradour mais je savais que la 2e guerre mondiale était commencée par les Allemands. J’étais triste mais après un peu effrayée. J’ai vu un village qui n’existait plus. Il y n’avait plus de vie humaine, mais en même temps il y avait de la vie partout. C’était comme une partie d’un film. Tout a été brûlé. J’ai pensé que c’était horrible. Tout ces personnes ont perdu leur vie. La partie du village la plus impressionnant été l’église. Par ce que la majorité de personnes on perdu leur vie la dedans.  S’étais tout très impressionnants. Par ce que s’étais tout pareil.  J’ai vu beaucoup de photographe. Pourquoi pensez-vous que le gouvernement français a fait de ces ruines un site historique ? Pour q’on peut voir qu’es ce quille est passé a Oradour Sur le 10 Juin. Je pense que se important pars ce que beaucoup de personnes on perdu leur vie et tout q’on peut faire se sen souvenir.   


Luke Y8

Je ne savais rien avant de Oradour. Ma première impression étais que j’étais triste. J’ai vu les voitures, j’ai vu les vélos, j’ai vu le veille maisons, mais j’ai sentais triste. Quelle place de la ruine faisait la plus grande impression sur toi? C’était l’église, parce-que des Femmes et les enfants qui étaient coup. Je reconnaisse les vélos et les voitures. Je pense c’est très bien que les voitures et les vélos restent là.

Pourquoi tu pense que le gouvernement français choisir à reconstruire les ruines comme un historique monument? Parce-que tu pourras oublie! S’il choisire à reconstruire les ruines dans la même place, ne personnes pouvaient vu les ruines. Je pense que c’est important parce-que si non, il peut commence encore


Oradour - el trabajo de los estudiantes  

Laura Y8


Cuando estuve en Oradour, me sentí muy mal, me dio mucha pena todo lo que pasó allí, la guerra y tantas victima. Yo veía todas las casas y lo demás es decir: la panadería, el hospital, y todo lo que puede haber en una ciudad, estaba todo derrumbado, en casi todas las casas había una máquina de coser, los carritos de las muñecas, algunas bicicletas, coches, estaba todo casi destruido. 

Lo que pasó allí, es que un día como otro cualquiera, estaba la gente en sus casas, los niños en el colegio, y alguna gente trabajando fuera de las casas, entonces llegaron los nazis, y les obligaron a salir fuera de las casas, la gente no quería salir porque no sabían lo que pasaba, entonces los nazis se inventaron una historia para sacarles de sus casas. Les dijeron que solo iban a ver si tenían algún arma dentro de las casas, entonces la gente pensó que como ellos no habían hecho nada no tenían porque preocuparse, y salieron de sus casas. Después los nazis hicieron lo mismo con los colegios, después llevaron a las mujeres y niños a la iglesia y les encerraron allí. A los hombres les dividieron en tres grupos, y les metieron en tres graneros diferentes. Después les mataron a todos. 

Yo me siento fatal al pensar todo lo que pasó allí, me pongo a pensarlo y me da mucha pena, ellos eran personas normales como nosotros y un día, de repente pasó todo en unas cuantas horas, cuando llegó toda la gente del trabajo se encontró con que toda su vida, había sido destruida. Yo cuando paseaba por aquellas calles de allí, pensaba hace mucho tiempo la gente que vivía aquí, pisaba estas calles todos los días, niños como yo jugaban por allí. Yo me sentí muy mal cuando fui al cementerio, y vi miles de tumbas allí. Niños que murieron de todas las edades, las fotos de ellos en la tumba, murieron mas de 800 personas en esa guerra, y estaban todos esos cuerpos encerrados para siempre en una tumba. Mi impresión cuando fui, fue que eso podría pasar aquí como en cualquier parte del mundo. Lo que me dio  mas pena fue, el colegio, todas las mesas, sillas etc. 

Yo creo que ellos decidieron, no reconstruir Oradour, porque eso ahora es historia casi todo el mundo sabe lo que ocurrió, y la gente puede ir a visitarlo para no olvidar la tragedia tan grande allí ocurrida. Yo creo que es bueno que la gente conozca Oradour porque puede pensar en la suerte que tiene de no haber vivido en esa época.


Jaime Y8  

Llegamos hacia las 10 de la mañana, ya nos habían hablado antes  del sitio y ya solo de pensarlo era muy triste. Cuando estábamos en el museo, que había a la entrada del pueblo nos explicaron que fue lo que ocurrió y lo que hacían en aquellos años, todo eran cosas bastante horribles, lo que más me llamo la atención fue que la única razón que dieron sobre ORADOUR fue que se habían equivocado de pueblo. Cuando estábamos allí, dentro del pueblo, pensaba que desastre tan grande que habría sido, de lo que habrían pensado para su futuro, sus ilusiones, toda su familia, sus amigos, sus mejores cosas y todo eso lo perdieron en un mínimo de tiempo,  eso era una barbaridad.

Mientras caminábamos era todo como si hubiese ocurrido hace una hora, todo estaba intacto, podíamos ver  coches quemados, bicicletas,  todo era algo fuera de lo normal, eso no podía haberlo hecho una persona con corazón  y desde luego que las personas que lo hicieron no podían tener ni alma ni corazón por que todos los muertos eran personas muy inocentes.

Después fuimos al cementerio donde pudimos ver en las lápidas la edad y la foto de las personas que murieron, luego estuvimos en un sitio en un piso subterráneo  donde nosotros vimos  unas urnas de cristal donde había cosas como relojes de bolsillo, aparatos del dentista, juguetes, tazas y muchas cosas mas, todos los objetos estaban quemados, algo bastante desagradable.Después fuimos a la iglesia donde habían sido quemadas las mujeres con los niños, cuando estabas allí era como si te sintieses culpable por lo que ellos habían hecho.

Después de esta visita nunca olvidaré  ORADOUR.    



Helena Y9  

Yo no sabia mucho sobre la ocupación de Francia durante la Segunda Guerra mundial. Sabia que fue ocupada pero no lo que paso realmente. Sabia lo que hicieron los Nazis con los judíos pero no lo que hacían con los demás. No había estudiado la Segunda Guerra Mundial.

Cuando llegamos, fuimos directamente al museo. Fue una experiencia extraña. Había fotos de los niños que vivían en Oradour durante su corta vida. Yo, como muchos, veía las fotos pensando que murieron sin saber porque esos señores de uniforme, hablando alemán les mataron a ellos y a sus padres y hermanos. Parecían felices. Cuando lo piensas, te da rabia que estos niños fueron las victimas de algo de lo que ni siquiera sabían. Hitler quería Francia y le daba igual cuantas vidas iba a machacar para conseguir lo que se le antojaba. Después de ver fotos de los alemanes y de Hitler. vi una que me impactó, era una foto de unos niños alrededor de una gran tarta de cumpleaños con el signo nazi en el medio,  estaban contentos y sonreían al ver la enorme tarta de nata y chocolate. Pero no sabían que al mismo tiempo millones de patrullas  representando a ese mismo signo, mataban a millones de familias y niños como ellos. Que suerte tuvieron!

Las ruinas eran poco claras pues fueron destruidas por el fuego. Se veían casas y casas con restos de camas, maquinas de coser, cacerolas... Había letreros al lado de las puertas diciendo lo que eran. Una panadería, un dentista, una cafetería con sus mesas y sillas... Pero sin duda lo que me dejó pensativa durante mucho tiempo fue la iglesia, estaba tan silenciosa y con tanta luz. Era difícil pensar que alguien pudiese quemar a cientos de madres y niños en esa iglesia. 

Visitamos el cementerio también. En muchas de las tumbas había fotos de la gente enterrada. En la capilla subterránea estaban expuestos varios objetos. Dentaduras postizas, cochecitos de bebe, relojes, dinero, collares... Fue raro recordar lo que pasó.

Yo pienso que decidieron no volver a construir otro Oradour en el mismo sitio porque querían dejar las ruinas de ejemplo. Un ejemplo para nuestras generaciones advirtiendo y explicando lo que puede pasar.

Creo que el gobierno francés eligió convertir las ruinas en un monumento histórico porque forma parte de la historia. Creo que es importante que la gente sepa lo de Oradour tanto como lo de otras ciudades destruidas por la guerra. La historia se estudia en libros pero es mucho más impactante e interesante cuando ves lo que quedó y como pasó.


Irene Y9

Yo he estudiado la segunda guerra mundial y sabia lo de la ocupación de los alemanes en Francia. Pero exactamente lo que había ocurrido en orador no lo sabía antes de llegar allí.

Me impresionó ver las ruinas, caminar por las calles en las cuales antes la gente caminaba como un día normal. Yo veía todo caído, sin tejados, algunos restos de mesas, sillas, y materiales. Había coches aparcados en un garaje, uno en la calle, todo se quedó tal y como estaba. Yo me sentía triste solo pensando  en como la gente caminaba por allí. Yo pensaba en la mala suerte de que les tocase morir a todos ellos, y también que el pobre niño que se libró de todo, ahora no tenga ninguna familia y este solo. Una parte que me impresionó mucho que era la iglesia, donde allí mataron a las mujeres e hijos, y una de las mujeres se escapó por una de las ventanas. Recuerdo que en las paredes todavía quedaban los disparos que hubo. Y también que una mujer saltó por una de las ventanas de la iglesia, y que estuvo muchas horas haciéndose la muerta hasta que al final la pillaron. Recuerdo eso porque para mí eso fue muy triste de pensar como era aquella vez en la iglesia con las mujeres y niños allí metidos, y que ellos mismos sabían que iban a morir.

 Visité el cementerio, y me impresionó ver diferentes tumbas unas eran mejores que las otras. Encima de las tumbas cada uno tenía flores, sus fotos y figuras... etc. También visité un monumento conmemorativo subterráneo, y había relojes quemados y antiguos, los carritos de las niñas pequeñas, con las ruedas medio  caídas... y muchas mas cosas, que te podían recordar. Al ver todos esos recuerdos me sentí  triste, porque todo eso la gente lo llevaba o se vendía y las niñas jugaban con sus muñecas y con los carritos y se divertían mucho.

 Creo qué no construyeron otro ORADOUR en el mismo sitio, para que la gente de hoy en día pueda saber lo que pasó, que fue una tragedia y como ocurrió. Y para poder  visitarlo. El gobierno francés creó que decidió convertirlo en monumento histórico para que generación tras generación tuviera la oportunidad de conocer  y entender la impresionante tragedia que vivieron esas pobres personas. Al convertirlo en un monumento histórico siempre queda el recuerdo de la realidad que se vivió entonces.


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