While researching this, what genuinely wrecked me was realizing that there wasn’t just one drug crisis in Germany—there were two. An opiate crisis after WWI and a meth crisis after WWII. Layered over that is the unimaginable scale of the Holocaust, the physical and moral scorched earth that followed, and the complete collapse of a population that had already lost so much.
I always knew the Nazis were monsters—but I didn’t fully grasp how many people inside Germany were also victims: people who resisted, who stayed because they believed they could fight from within, who were swallowed by a system they refused to join. It just… broke something open in me.
Have you ever come across something in history that made you stop and rethink everything—not just who the villains were, but what it meant to survive them?