My Trip To Auschwitz

I did not complain when my toes succumbed to numbness.
I did not complain when the bitter wind threw itself against me.
I did not complain when the thick mud ruined the flares of my jeans.

In comparison to the tragedy that has befallen here.
I have nothing of value to lose.

What is value?
What can I consider a true loss?
Nothing.
In comparison to the holocaust.