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hmpfSometimes it strikes me how strange (and kind of horrible, if you think about it too much) it is to live in Germany. Every day, no matter where you go, you come across reminders of mass murder. You get so used to it. Somehow, living in this very idyllic small town which wasn't rebuilt from the ground up after the war throws it all into even sharper relief.
Corollary:
Never knowing with absolute certainty how monstrous your grandparents may have been. (Two of them are still alive. How can I possibly ask them.)
[Thought inspired by: http://www.sueddeutsche.de/kultur/ns-zeit-verbrechen-waren-bekannt-aus-den-graeben-kamen-schreie-1.1108170 - not that there's anything new or surprising in there.]
Corollary:
Never knowing with absolute certainty how monstrous your grandparents may have been. (Two of them are still alive. How can I possibly ask them.)
[Thought inspired by: http://www.sueddeutsche.de/kultur/ns-zeit-verbrechen-waren-bekannt-aus-den-graeben-kamen-schreie-1.1108170 - not that there's anything new or surprising in there.]
