Monday, June 2, 2014

A few additional photos of Quedlinburg, along with a few more comments, also written last week.

Gorgeous decorations on wealthy person's house in Quedlinburg

Many homes in this part of Germany had the traditional Eastern/Central European blessing over the door, either inside or outside: the initials CBM stand for Caspar, Balthazar and Melchior, the traditional names given to the 3 Magi.  On Epiphany (the 12th Day of Christmas on the Western calendar, also called "Little Christmas"), people bless their homes with ritual, a part of which is writing the initials over the door and adding in the year, like this: 2+C+0+B+1+M+4 (for this year), with the crosses in between the letters and numbers. This house was one of two we spotted where the late medieval owners had carved the initials of the Magi into the main timber over the door and ground-floor windows. Most houses in Quedlinburg had also carved in the names of the husband and wife who lived there in a particular year (we couldn't figure out if it was the year the house was built, or something else). The wife's full, maiden, name was always given, rather than her married name. This, it seemed to us, was extremely helpful in knowing who they both were and discovering the lineage of both of them and of the house.    

My favorite fairytale, witchy-looking roofline.

A skinny house tucked onto another, along a steep lane.

Street in Quedlinburg

Most buildings there were NOT as tilted as this one!!


Quedlinburg has almost 1400 buildings that show their half-timbered architecture, and has seemingly a few hundred places to eat (including cute fresh waffle houses, numerous cheesecake bakeries and cafes, and restaurants), all with chairs and tables outside. (As I noted here a few years ago, Europeans have the delightful practice of providing blankets for the outside tables, which allows people to use the outside café spaces even when the weather is not-so-warm. Of course, the high proportion of smokers, who must use the outside tables if they wish to indulge, also may push this. Although, thankfully, the proportion of Germans who smoke does not seem to be anywhere near the proportion of Parisians, which I noted on Facebook this past January).

The town feted all of its adult, child and teen athletic teams the first evening we were there, with a small festival in the central market square, 
Festival honoring town athletes, in front of the ancient Rathaus, town hall.

and a parade of the athletes, accompanied by their high-school-aged marching band. Each evening-at least on the weekends- there are multiple guides in medieval dress giving walking tours (only in German, unfortunately) of the town’s many architectural and other treasures. Virtually no one speaks any English, other than the nice people at the Tourist Information office, who sold us an English walking guide, which was very helpful. Also speaking English was our wonderful host, Dagmar, who provided us with the most romantic, lovely room in her exquisitely restored home/inn. Dagmar was originally from Frankfurt, but moved to Quedlinburg about 16 years ago in order to help restore the artistic and architectural treasures, and ended up buying the building and restoring it. When East and West Germany reunified, Quedlinburg was pretty run down, although it had been a tourist destination for the East Germans. Much money has been poured into the town, to help restore its houses and churches and town buildings, and it is simply adorable. I don’t know how else to describe it.

Q-burg is referred to as the “Cradle of our nation.” See my comments in my first post on Q-burg on how the Nazis used both of these aspects (“cradle…” and Empire) for their own mythologies.
Another view of the festival, to give you another glimpse of the town square. The statue of Roland, and the eagle set in the ground, are both right in to front of the town hall.
We spent Saturday walking around (having seen the castle the evening before upon our arrival), and happily exhausted ourselves on the cobblestones. Oh, by the way, if you plan on every visiting old towns like this in Europe, wear FLAT shoes!!!! Cobblestones are ankle-death-traps if you wear heels!!
Sunday, June 1, 2014

I realized that I never posted photos of the adorable town of Quedlinburg we stayed in, nor of the River Wesser in Bad Harshafen, and now I have photos of roses and castles and churches and Madonnas and of Cologne Cathedral and other Cologne sites (we went there yesterday), and I don't think I ever even posted the blogs I wrote on Quedlinburg and the Brocken, etc.  This is a shame, because I wrote them!! So I am going to do some catching up right now, and bring you up to date with what we have been doing since Berlin, which is actually quite a lot. This means that this blog will continue to be out of time order, no doubt confusing to some of you. Just try to go with the flow.
This is the first post I wrote in Germany, even though in terms of time order, it comes after Berlin, and before Bielefeld. I will try to let you know of when these things happened. We were in Berlin from Monday night to Friday morning, then picked up a rental car and drove to Quedlinburg. While there we took one day trip to the Brocken, and then left Quedlinburg on Monday morning for a stop in Goslar, then on to Bad Harshafen, where we stayed overnight, then to Bielefeld on Tuesday. It is now Sunday, and we have been in Bielefeld since Tuesday, and will leave here on Friday for Barcelona and then Madrid. Yesterday (Saturday) we took a 2-hour (at 100-110 miles per hour!!) train to Cologne for the day, and back last evening. One thing to realize about northern Europe at this time of the year: at 1):00 pm it is still light out, although getting to be twilight. In another week or so, that will be true at 11:00 pm. It's pretty cool, but it makes it REALLY hard to know what time it is, to eat supper at a reasonable hour, and to then get to sleep at a reasonable hour!
Okay, here goes the first Quedlinburg post, with photos:

Friday night, May 23, 2014: I am sitting in an amazingly beautiful room


in the most romantic little inn/guest house, Kunst Haus (kunst=art, or design), in the most adorable town, Quedlinburg, I would have been able to imagine



the town, or  market, square of Quedlinburg

the fairytale rooflines of the town

View looking down from the castle

 (those of you who have been to some of the other “most adorable” towns and villages in Europe will be able to imagine it).  Seriously, this town is a UNESCO-designated world heritage site; its more-than-1400 half-timbered buildings date mostly from the early 1500s through the 1700s (with some, including the castle, being much older), and something about it is so much more adorable and jaw-droppingly gorgeous than Colchester, an old Roman city in the eastern part of England, with its own share of half-timbered Tudor-era buildings that we visited a couple of years ago for a conference (I guess here in Germany, the era is not referred to as Tudor!). Maybe this is because Colchester is indeed a city, although a small one, and has more modern buildings mixed in. This town of Quedlingberg, on the eastern edge of the Harz Mountains in the old East Germany (GDR), lays claim to a number of “first” and “oldest” and “only remaining” and other such designations for its numerous parts. I will perhaps bore you with the details of those another time.
For now, let me point out a disturbing bit of local history, which pretty much sets the mood for my impressions of the city we have just come from: Berlin. This town, with its 10th-century castle (“schloss”), was one of the seats of the Holy Roman Empire, with its [Holy Roman] Emperor (“Kaiser,” which comes from the Latin “Caesar”) Heinrich, son of Otto I, bringing about the First German-based Reich (empire). When Hitler launched his 3rd Reich (the 2nd Reich was, I think, Kaiser Wilhelm. Or was it Bismarck? I keep getting mixed up), he brought a large contingent of SS and other Nazis to Quedlingburg to celebrate the castle and to reclaim it for the 3rd Reichand for its own mythology (Goebbels was a propaganda and public relations evil genius. His staging of these sorts of events and rituals was part of what brought about such wide-spread popular support). There is a display at the Schloss on the Nazi uses of propaganda to rework the history of  Otto I, Heinrich, and the local area for their own purposes, and of their taking over the 12th century castle-church (originally built in the 10th century, then burnt down and rebuilt) for their own Nazi cult (this cult came with rituals and some really weird beliefs. Indiana Jones was kinda in the right ballpark). They took out the altar and cross, bricked up the choir (the front section of Christian churches, where altars stand), and used the church for Nazi rituals and meetings. Additional photos show Hitler Youth blowing trumpets from rooftops to welcome their “emperor,” all houses hung with swastika flags, and the people of the town filling the streets.
Not too far south of here are Buchenwald and another concentration camp, Mittelbau Dora, where many of Berlin’s Roma (“Gypsies”) and a Roma sub-group, the Sinti, were sent, along with many others, and were worked to death.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mittelbau-Dora

Now that I have thoroughly depressed myself –and in this wonderful, adorable town!—again, let me just say that this trip so far has reminded me of what I experienced when I visited Poland: one cannot get away from World War II and the Holocaust in Central and Eastern Europe; it just smacks you in the face, at least if one is paying the least bit of attention.  In fact, one cannot get away from history, period.
It makes me aware that although the US certainly has a few centuries of history, and has its own genocide, its own race-hatreds,  its own history of both internal and external vicious brutality, and even though Native Americans lived on the land for more thousands of years than was recognized (as we are learning),  AND even though we endured a devastating Civil War, our land has seen comparatively so much less bloodshed,  and no matter how crowded with ghosts it might seem, "honey, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”  The land here is so clogged with ghosts that I sometimes feel that I am walking on bones. And, in fact, given the millennia of battles that have raged over this land, the plagues, the generations of successive immigrant groups (Celts, Germanic tribes, Huns, Turks, etc), I probably AM walking on bones, many of which may not lie quietly. And THAT makes me glad I normally live in a “young” part of the world. Ooh—just had a Legolas moment: “This forest is old. Very old.” Yep, well this farmland--and these streets-- are old—very old.
Photos from the castle:
Don at the fortified castle gate 

Under the castle, in the oldest section

In the ancient castle church, which the Nazis desecrated and used for their own rituals

Bathroom for Hobbits!!!! In the castle yard
 
IN the town square, ancient statue of Roland, of "Song of Roland"

One of the ancient symbols of the town, inlaid in town square, incorporated into National Socialist symbology

Section of remaining castle ramparts
Approaching the castle from the town

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!
·      
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.