I've always known there was something a little special about me. I'm sure you've noticed it too. Maybe when I walk past, and you feel an inclination to drop to your knees, or fetch me some chocolate. It's only natural. You see, I have a sprinkling of Polish royal blood coursing through my veins. Well, possibly. Maybe. Probably not. Google gives me no evidence. In fact I'm pretty much going off one vague, throwaway comment my Mum once made which I have obviously c...

Our first stop in Poland is one that I am dreading, but have wanted to do for years. As we pull into Auschwitz I, I'm surprised - it looks deceptively pleasant. It's a beautiful day, and there are trees around the well kept, red brick buildings that stood here as military barracks before the war. From the outside it is only the tall barbed wire fences, once electrified, that hint at the atrocities committed here by the Nazis against Jews, Soviet soldiers and othe...