This is one of the more poignant images from my collection of Terezin photos. The former garrison town and Nazi concentration camp often appears like nothing more than a sleepy Eastern European ghost town. But the devil is in the details and the slowly fading scars tell of a spine tingling past. And the “signs” are all over the place. Outside the museum there are no commissioned historical markers or memorials, only signs no longer useful but more relevant than ever. I suppose I could come up with an inspiring and clever essay analyzing the composition of the sign itself but it would be too obvious. Plus I don’t want to limit your interpretation to my own observations. To me this photo – one symbol, one word and a yield traffic sign – is worth more than 1,000 of my words.