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Wanderlust: Day 2–3 Countries in 24 Hours–The Finale: The Torture Museum 

So, this is my final installment of Maria’s and my Wanderlust Bruges Belgium road trip. 

We left off last week with my exodus from the Basilica of the Holy Blood and messaging Maria to tell her I needed another half hour before I could meet her at our agreed-upon restaurant for lunch. There was absolutely no way I could sit and eat in peace if I didn’t see the Old Stone Torture Museum. With it being Halloween week, this is a perfect time to write about this place as it is indeed, creepy, spooky, scary –seriously, all of that. 

We, humans, have been depraved for a very, very long time. 

This former medieval prison, dating from the 10th century proves it. Observing the instruments of torture used for seeking justice and or to inflict punishment, one can’t help but wonder just what demon stirs within our core – that part of our soul that constitutes our mental ability for our capacity to reason; that part that supports our character, our feelings, and our consciousness. I cannot stress enough how absolutely horrifically creative these devices are. Nor can I  imagine how or where the inventors found the inspiration and the wherewithal to go through who knows how much trial and error to get to their destination of designing ways to inflict unspeakable cruelty on the human mind and body.

There are more than 100 execution devices on display including the wooden cage, the neck trap,  the breast ripper, the inquisition chair, thumb screws–all designed with real perverted ingenuity. These judicial lethal weapons were used in the name of God and the law as tools to extract confessions or to execute. People were imprisoned, tortured, and butchered in the name of the law. And don’t dare be homosexual…

As far as we can determine, torture was carried out in Europe from the year 1215 until the 18th century. And as we all know, devilish deeds are still perpetrated today–the difference being that they are now illegal. (We thank the powers that be for smartphones and their video and picture-taking abilities.)

The reflection on human rights reaches a whole new level when one ascends the stairs, takes the first step into the light of day, and exits this dark, damp, dungeon. You deeply inhale and exhale the pure unadulterated inhumanity of it all. The justice could not have possibly justified the means–unless you were a madman. 

Speaking of mad, Maria was waiting and getting hangry. Lunch was great. I love a good thrill, but when we nearly ran out of gas on the motorway in Holland with nary a gas station in sight, I was not thrilled. At all. We found a gas station just in the nick of time and arrived back at our points of departure safely. 

Whew!

Wanderlust–wonder where I’m off to next…