So the TSA lady made me put my phone in my bag, and proceeded to be really rough with our baggage, breaking my phone screen beyond any basic usability. It sucks, but whatever. I got a new phone only to discover that none of my pictures from this day got backed up, meaning there's likely no way for me to get them back without battling my phone. Main focus of this post But, one picture I would like to describe is one I took of a glass wall with the first names of everyone killed and survived in the holocaust (duplicates not included for obvious reasons), and up on the wall, in the top left, was someone with the exact same name as me, spelt exact. It's not special, I know, but it's still slightly unsettling