Friday, May 30, 2014

Bielefeld Friday, May 30th 2014

Sunny Day

Yesterday it was 49 F as the warmest temperature here. Today it was a lovely, sunny, breezy day in the 60s. I took a long walk, and did not get lost for the first time in this very large city. I am only keeping to a small part of the city, but it is still quite confusing, as hardly any roads go straight; some are ring-roads, and many just make kind of s-curves as they go. So you don’t end up where you thought you would, judging by what it looked like when you started out!
Some impressions of Germany:
Roses, roses everywhere!!!! All different colors, often in one yard. They smell good, too. There are, of course, many other kinds of flowers blooming as well, but the roses are gorgeous and abundant.

Don and I have determined that we will never again in this country order two entrees—or desserts, for that matter.  The portions are HUGE. I mean huge, much bigger than even American large servings. I don’t know why Germans are not all 500 lbs, although it may be that most of them are eating nothing, and are just drinking the coffee that is everywhere. Although all of them appear to be eating ice cream.

German people love dogs; dogs are everywhere, including in stores (just as I had noticed back in Stockholm). Bowls of water are provided by many restaurants, where dogs keep their human companions company at the outside tables. Just as in Stockholm, the dogs don’t seem to be interested in people besides their owners; I have only managed to say hello, up close, to one so far. And my normal attractiveness to cats seems to only be true for American cats; none of the ones I try to lure to me respond in any kind of positive manner. Sigh. I miss my own cat and dog.

Today, Friday May 30th, is THE night that some of the local stores—especially the 678 department stores in the downtown pedestrian shopping district (that’s an exaggeration; I think it’s actually 347)—are going to stay open late. Some say they will be open until 10:00 pm.  There are also sales announced at some stores. When I was making my way back toward the hotel at about 2:30, I could barely walk through the crowds of people who seemed to have gone completely insane. This was like the day after Thanksgiving at an American mall. I dropped into TK Max (it’s the same as TJ Max; I don’t know why it’s a different letter here) to see if they had a pair of decent shoes I could afford (shoes here either seem to be really cheaply made, at low prices, or really, really well made, at exorbitant prices. Seriously, I’m not going to pay $150 or more for a pair of loafers. My problem is that I only brought sneakers and sandals, which turned out to not be adequate when it was pouring rain and the streets were filled with puddles. I may simply take a chance on it never raining again while I’m here, although that seems like a real gamble). Well, TK Max was downright frightening, with clothing, handbags and shoes flying about (not really, but it felt like it). It was a mob scene. I think the workers will have to stay until tomorrow morning just to clean the place up.
But this is a very interesting thing: in the States, other than Black Friday and the day after Christmas, we don’t tend to have days or weeks when stores coordinate their sales, and people go shopping-crazy in mobs. The fact is, goods in northern Europe tend to be “overpriced”, relative to prices in American shops (it’s probably because American store-owners pay their workers poverty-level wages, and Europeans pay closer to a living wage), so when there is a one-day sale, mob shopping ensues.  


Don says that the campus was correspondingly empty, although classes were supposed to be in session.

Thursday, May 29, 2014

This is the final (whew, because we are ALL exhausted) BErlin post.
Other Berlin sites we visited:
* The Topography of Terrors: 



The first photo shows both the basement of the original building and the remaining outer (West Berlin side) Wall. 

This extraordinary and free museum is built on the exact place that headquartered the Gestapo and the SS. The basement level held cells where people were tortured and executed. It consists of the sort of exhibits (all of it translated into English) that can, and did, keep people like myself absorbed for 4+ hours, explaining the rise of the Nazis, and the development—and eventual end—of the Gestapo and SS. Actually, we got kicked out after 4 hours, when the place closed. We had not finished. One of the exhibit areas focused on what happened after the war to the many, many agents involved in the police state. As most of you know, most of them were never prosecuted, and most of them found “normal” places in society, as doctors, lawyers, judges, etc. And, of course, the US found places for many of the Nazi scientists and officers in our scientific and “intelligence” communities. 
The site of the museum is just outside, on the West Berlin side, of the Berlin Wall system. The segment of the Wall that shows in the photo is the longest remaining continuous segment of outer wall, being contiguous with the American sector. When the site was excavated and the basement cells were discovered, the Americans and East Germans cooperated to construct the first version of the exhibit. If you go to Berlin, you really ought to visit this museum. It is an awesomely humble and honest gift to the world by Germany/Berlin, not defensive, not hiding things, but offering an in-depth look at how and why certain things happened. The most chilling parts of the exhibits were these:
-The absolute joy and amusement on the faces of those photographed shooting prisoners, along with no signs of being emotionally traumatized on the faces of those engaged in mass murder. On the other hand, the deadness in the eyes of the leadership right from the start gives one a sense of who these men were;
-And the descriptions of how a society descends into horror, which, I am sorry to say, remind me so much of things currently taking place in the US—and in Western Europe—that it is pretty scary. Men like Rush Limbaugh and the bullies on Fox News would have fit right in. I am not being political here. The parallels of irrationality, rage, lying, the construction of ‘us’ vs ‘them,’ the persecution complex on the part of those not persecuted in the least,  the blaming-the-victim approach, and the cruel, dehumanizing language used by men like Limbaugh are eerily reminiscent of language used by the fascists during and after their rise to power.

·      Wilhelmstrasse
Okay, I told you I would get to this street, which runs from the grand boulevard of Unter den Linden past The Topography of Terrors.  During the Nazi era, it was the location of many of the most important government ministries, including Hitler’s Chancellery, in front of which he had the urban landscape redesigned in order to construct a HUGE plaza where thousands could gather while he spoke from the balcony (we have all seen film of this). Goebbel’s Ministry of Propaganda Building was on this street, too. The Allies, of course, concentrated bombing on this street, and all of the buildings are gone, except, oddly (in my opinion), Goring’s Ministry of Aviation building which is today the German Ministry of Finance. The East German government, understandably, had torn down the ruins of the other buildings, but housed various ministries in this one. 
Also currently along Wilhelmstrasse: the rebuilt British Embassy and the Czech Embassy; a memorial to one of the civilians who attempted to assassinate Hitler; and, in a parking lot, a sign indicating the approximate site that Hitler committed suicide in his bunker under the Chancellery, after giving the order for the top leadership to evacuate Berlin. The East Germans first, and then the unified Germany, blasted the entrance to the site and then filled it with rubble so as to prevent it from becoming a place of pilgrimage. It is only a block or two from the Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe, built itself within the Berlin Wall Death Zone.

* Checkpoint Charlie, 

and the Outdoor exhibit on the Cold War at Checkpoint Charlie (there is also a museum of the Wall right there, which we did NOT have time to go into, the Mauer Museum).  Checkpoint Charlie needs no explanation, other than to say that it was at this spot where East and West Berliners met for the first time, filling the street there, when the Wall was opened. The photo shows a young American soldier on the large photo above the checkpoint; on the opposite side of the street is the same kind of photo of a young Eastern bloc soldier.  There is an informative free outdoor exhibit (mounted on fencing) that explains and displays photos of big moments in Cold War history.

·      YES!!!!! I am now finished with the horrifying sites of my visit to Berlin!!!!!
·      We also went on a tour boat cruise on the river, which WOULD have been entirely worth it (German and English both spoken), but last week seemed to be the height of German school trips to Berlin, and right before our boat left the dock, about 60 teenagers got on board, and proceeded to scream at each other for the entire ride, so no one could hear anything!! Still, it was a cool place on a hot, sunny day, with the breeze on the river. Our table-mates were a Norwegian family of four, whose two adult members had married each other that day at the Norwegian Embassy in town, and who were all still dressed up, enjoying ice pops.
       Along the river, as well as in other places, Berliners have created “beaches,” with beach lounging chairs, bars, music, plenty of alcohol, and even, in at least one place we saw (across the street from Checkpoint Charlie), sand!
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The Willie Brandt museum. I popped into this on our last day in Berlin, and only managed to see some of it (again, there were English translations of the most important information). Willie Brandt was a West German Social Democrat politician who became Chancellor of [West] Germany in 1969, and who won the Nobel Prize for Peace in 1971 for his attempts to normalize relations between East and West Germany, and West Germany and the other Soviet Eastern European countries (“Ostpolitik”). He was Mayor of West Berlin when the Berlin Wall began being built in 1961 (because over a million East Germans had fled that country). He was a Socialist who fled the Nazis and spent the pre-war years in Norway, and then (when Norway was invaded) Sweden (on a Norwegian passport), writing and publishing articles against fascism. One of his most famous writings of the period told the rest of the world that not all Germans were Nazis.

Okay, one last comment before I leave behind Berlin. Can someone please give me a GOOD reason why on earth the French were given control of one of the Allied sectors of West Berlin, and why they had ANY say in post-war business in Berlin? I know that De Gaulle had a French government-in-exile, and there were free-French military, including pilots (my step-dad Harry was part of a mission to deliver small American planes to the French aviators—including Antoine se Saint-Exupery, author of The Little Prince), but other European countries also had governments-in-exile and had military units on the Allied side (The Belgians and Luxembourgians were granted minor occupation zones with the French zone for a while). Neither the Brits nor the Americans WANTED to include France, but De Gaulle pretty much made a pain of himself until they finally gave in. One reason, besides their minor role in the war, to EXclude them was  because the Germans and French pretty much hated each other.  Were the French included because they HAD been included in the post WW1 treaties?
I read about two things the French REALLY mucked up during the post-war era there:
From Wikipedia: “The original Allied plan to govern Germany as a single unit through the Allied Control Council broke down in 1946–1947 due to growing tensions between the Allies, with Britain and the US wishing cooperation, France obstructing any collaboration in order to unwind Germany into many independent states, and the Soviet Union unilaterally implementing from early on elements of its political-economic system (mass expropriations of land, nationalisation of businesses).
 Another dispute was the absorption of post-war expellees. While the UK, the US, and the Soviet Union had agreed to accept, house, and feed maybe six million expelled German citizens from former eastern Germany and four million expelled and denaturalised Czechoslovaks, Poles, Hungarians, and Yugoslavs of German ethnicity in their zones, France generally had not agreed to the expulsions approved by the Potsdam agreement (a decision made without input from France). Therefore France strictly refused to absorb war refugees who were denied return to their homes in seized eastern German territories or destitute post-war expellees who had been expropriated there, into the French zone, let alone into the separated Saar protectorate.[4] However, the native population, returning after Nazi-imposed removals (e.g., political and Jewish refugees) and war-related relocations (e.g., evacuation from air raids), were allowed to return home in the areas under French control. The other Allies complained that they had to shoulder the burden to feed, house, and clothe the expellees who had to leave their belongings to Poles and Soviets.”

So, in other words, the division of Germany into 2 countries was partly, at least, due to the damn French trying to dismantle Germany into even MORE partitioned bits and pieces. And then they refused to take in refugees other than those who had started out on French soil.



# 2: Berlin.
This post is about the beginning of our trip to northern Germany, but I did not write it until a week later, for two reasons: I didn’t have time to write; and it was too emotionally intense. You would not have liked anything I would have written then. I am going to write a post that is not a travel guide to Berlin, but a reaction to my experiences there.  
A lot of people who have been to Berlin say they love it. I did not love it (I am not a big city kind of person, and Berlin is a huge, sprawling city), but I did go to many very meaningful places, and will tell you about them. Warning: my time in Berlin was spent mostly at World War II/Nazi era-, and Communist era-related sites. So if you are either not a history buff AT ALL, or don’t want to get sad, don’t read this post.
Here is a partial list of the places I went to in my 3 full days there. Donald joined me at many of them.

*The Berlin Wall and the Death Zone.  The Death Zone (also called the Dead Zone) is called that because if you were caught in it, you were shot dead. It is also called that because in many places, it was stripped, denuded of any and all grass, trees, shrubs, so as to give the East German guards clear sight. Today, many of these areas are being turned into gardens and parks; on the outskirts of the city, where West Berlin met the rest of East Germany, some Death Zone areas were not as carefully denatured, and have become park-like on their own. The Berliners have decided to maintain a system of Green Zones that are being built on the old Death Zones. Here is the new park that is in front of our hotel, and runs from Postdamer Platz (more on that later) to the end of "our" street, which is about where the Berlin Wall turned one of its many corners; the American sector would have been on the outside of the Wall here and around the corner. These photos give you a good sense of how freaking wide the Death Zone was in many places.  The greenway here is a raised area, used by many young people for picnicking and socializing. By the way, these images give you some sense of how long and wide the boulevards are, which means walking anywhere can be a serious endeavor. Our hotel is the building at the end of the street on the left-hand side of the photo.



In this photo you can just make out the red lettering of our hotel sign, Scandia.





What we call The Wall was actually a layering of two up-to-15-foot high walls, with, in between them, barbed-wire and razor-wire fencing, mines, lookout posts, high-intensity lights, a “road” wide enough for GDR guards to drive from lookout post to lookout post, and a wide, empty, denuded strip of East German land on which all this sat. Our hotel would have been inside the East German side and close to the GDR-side wall. Outside the layers of wall would have been the American sector.

These are the buildings across the new park, across from our hotel. 





These buildings with the amazing architecture were all built since 2001. Until then, the entire area had remained an undeveloped wasteland, even on the West Berlin side. created by Allied bombing and by the Battle for Berlin. Before the War, it had been a busy, bustling area. To see photos of the area, especially the main plaza at the OTHER end of "our" street, Potsdamer Platz., before the War and after  re-development in the 2000s, just search Potsdamer Platz in Google Images. 

To see photos of the Potsdamer Platz area at the end of the War and during the Cold War, just search in Google Images for Potsdamer Platz post War.

I, and later, we, walked along many parts of the Wall and of the Death Zone. Thankfully, while the Berlin people tore down almost the entire Wall, they have left marked on the ground where the Wall used to be, so one can see how the city was divided. 


Also, there are numerous memorials, where parts of the Wall have been left standing on their old sites.

These Wall segments are exactly where they would have been, in Potsdamer Platz.




·      *  A large-scale panorama of The Wall, painted from numerous photographs taken from different angles in West Berlin, showing life on both sides of The Wall. This exhibit is extremely well-done, and includes additional photos. Worth seeing.




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One segment of the huge panorama, looking from the West Berlin side to the East Berlin side. When you go up to the image of the Wall, it is life-sized, and you are the same size as any human figures on the West Berlin side. It's quite amazing.















      *Brandenburg Gate, a huge tourist draw. 

  After The Wall was built, neither side could access the Gate. It was in the Death Zone. The British controlled the sector on the West Berlin side.  The Brandenburg Gate connects the Tiergarten (it turns out this word means “garden of beasts,” because it was an old hunting ground/forest centuries ago) with the wide avenue called Unter den Linden, Under the Lindens (trees). This boulevard today has—near the Gate—the American, French, Swedish, and Russian embassies (the Russian one is an entire city block, and is right next door to the city’s snazziest historic hotel, the Hotel Ablon. Think what you will, but I would want a bug-sweep before I stayed there). Around the first corner, on Wilhelmstrasse (more on this later, when I can solidify my nerves to write about it), are the British and the Czech embassies. Just past the Gate was the French sector, which is where the Reichstag building (old seat of power, new seat of the combined government of Germany) sits. A fire within the Reichstag building gave Hitler the excuse to begin mass arrests of communists (he blamed the fire on them). It was heavily damaged in Allied bombing, and sat that way, literally just a few feet outside the Berlin Wall, until that Wall came down and the 2 Germanies were unified, when it was re-imagined with its cool glass dome on top.

·      * Memorials for the murdered Jews of Europe,  
(This photo is from the web, and shows the claustrophobic sense of isolation when one is within the memorial)
t
e   Roma and Sinti (a subgroup of Roma), 

(inside the memorial is a black-bottomed pond with e small fountain in the center. Around the pond are bricks fixed into the stones, with the names of the dozens of concentration camps that Roma and Sinti people were sent to and died/were murdered in),

    













h    homosexuals (this somewhat odd memorial consists of a gray concrete box with a short projected film of men kissing), people who were shot dead while attempting to escape over The Wall, (these take the form of crosses mounted on fencing, withe names of some of the people who are known to have been shot while trying to escape), a beautiful and moving sculpture of a mother cradling her dead soldier-son, which is an anti-war memorial ,


     and, finally, a large memorial, part of a mass burial ground, for the thousands of Soviet-Russian and Ukraine-soldiers killed in the Battle for Berlin.  The following website has a detailed description of the battle, including the tactics and movements on both the Soviet and German sides. It, along with the information provided on the plaques at the memorial, make for a truly horrific read.


The memorial was built within the British sector, and the Brits respectfully took care of it after the Wall was constructed, including allowing the Soviets access to it for special memorials. After the Wall came down, it was returned to the Russians. 






Some things I learned from this website and from the emotionally intense memorial to the Soviet soldiers include: the political Nazi leadership of Germany either killed themselves or ran, like cowards, at the end; however, they issued orders that the military and the Home Guard, composed primarily of boys and old men, was NOT to surrender under any circumstances, and to therefore allow the destruction of the city and the deaths of tens of thousands of civilians. The elite Wehrmacht troops, charged with defending the Chancellory (where Hitler killed himself), at the end staged a mass escape, trying to break through Soviet lines in order to surrender to the Americans rather than the Soviets (the Russians and Ukrainians were vengeful, furious, and vicious to the Germans as they occupied German soil. They had themselves lost over 25 million people to the War, and had been murdered as military and civilian prisoners of the Germans, worked to death defined as subhuman. No one in fascist Europe wanted to surrender to the Soviets). Very few made it through the Soviet lines; those who did manage to get out of the city ran into Soviet troops outside it.

The following website is of images of the Battle of Berlin. 


·       *The Stasi Museum. This is not to be confused with the Stasi Prison, which I/we did NOT get to. The exhibit shows how, when it became apparent the Communist GDR regime was collapsing, the Stasi began shredding documents, and many East Berlin citizens rushed the Stasi offices to rescue the documents. Since then, they have been working to recover the shredded materials, in addition to saving and releasing the rescued records. The museum highlights the files of a number of individuals who were spied on, arrested, persecuted by the Stasi, and what happened to them. It shows clips from Stasi films of people they distrusted (church-goers, young hippies, punks, “bums,” athletes, academics), and describes other spying techniques. A chilling visit.

·       *The Tiergarten, which is oh so, so, so beautiful. 

      A forested parkland, very, very large, that runs, on the north side, from Brandenburg Gate, down past the architecturally-interesting new government buildings, past embassies and more museums, past…… On its southern side, it begins at Potsdammer Platz. Tiergarten Strasse used to be lined with mansions, including ones that high-up Nazi officials lived in. They came on the market cheap when the Jews who had owned some of them either fled or were arrested. One of the mansions was where the plan to first sterilize, and then murder, physical and mental "defectives" was first put into operation. In building their "super race" of humans, Nazi philosophy defined anyone who, they argued, could not contribute to The German Nation (this included people they defined as "too lazy" to work) as subhuman, and thus unfit for survival. Slavic peoples, Jews, Roma, physically and mentally handicapped people, homosexuals, those with mental illness, all fit into this category. They could not be "real" Germans. 
      The mansions along the Tiergarten were destroyed by bombing, or, if they had survived bombing raids, by the final battle.

This gorgeous park has a wide avenue running up its middle, and a central plaza, which is also a traffic circle, with a huge monument in it. I’m not going to bother with the history of this monument, etc (although it’s cool that I saw it from the plane as we were flying into Berlin, and wondered what it was, as it stood out so much), other than to say that Hitler had this avenue reconfigured so as to be a triumphal avenue for him to ride down, through the Brandenburg Gate, on his way to Imperial Majesty, I guess. He DID see himself as the Emperor of not only his Empire (the Reich), but of Europe (the Third Reich would follow after the First Reich/Empire, which was the Holy Roman Empire (begun by Charlemagne), with the Prussian/German Otto I as the Emperor, about a thousand years ago.  The Second Reich was begun by Bismarck, and ended with Germany's defeat in WW I. At any rate, the reason this sticks with me is because the Memorial to the Soviet Soldiers was purposely placed along this triumphal route, as a sort of middle-finger to the Germans.


The Tiergarten was also the site of absolutely vicious fighting in the final days of The War in Europe. Hand-to-hand fighting, with the entire Tiergarten covered with dead and dying men.  There are thousands of men buried at the Soviet memorial, and thousands more German—and Soviet, both Russian and Ukrainian—soldiers buried in hundreds of cemeteries around Berlin and its outskirts, along with tens of thousands of dead civilians. The final count of the dead will never be known, as they discover more bodies all the time, anytime anyone digs anywhere.
Any trees that were left in the park after the fighting were cut and burned for firewood by the starving people of Berlin. People also grew food on the grounds.
This is what this beautiful park looked like in 1945.

By the way, the Berlin Zoo, which is the subject of another blog, also figures into this story. The zoo is at the very top of the Tiergarten. There was a German flak-tower and large bunker at the zoo, which still had some animals in it, despite having been bombed repeatedly in 1943 by British bombers (by the way, a subject I had never considered before: many, many, many zoo and farm animals and pets were killed in bombings all over Europe, as well as in the Pacific, African, Middle East, and Asian arenas of the War—this was true in the First World War, as well, as in true in most wars.  The large-scale deaths of farm animals are among the reasons famine often follows wars. It is certainly not the same thing as genocide, and certainly not as important as the humans of all nations who suffered terribly and were killed, but it is certainly an aspect of war I had not thought of before. And there is something really awful about animals who cannot comprehend what is happening and who ought to have no part in it….). Many zoos all over Europe were ordered by local authorities to shoot their dangerous animals BEFORE they were bombed, so as to prevent wild animal escapes. Most zoo animals were starving, anyway, as Europe’s zookeepers had been called up to serve. Most of the zoo animals in Berlin were killed, one way or another, and those that had survived up until the final battle either starved to death, were butchered for food, or had to be hunted and shot in the streets, where they had run in terror. Surviving zoo animals were also used for labor.


Zoo animals shot dead.

Dead zebra (while another looks on) at the zoo.

This is one of the elephants killed in a bombing raid.


You can read about it, and also see more photos, at these websites, if you have the stomach for it. Me, I’m going to take a break from this horror for a bit, before telling you about the other Berlin sites I visited.