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Blog entry July 8:
At the market in Munich I ordered a glass of water. When I tasted it and realized it was “with gas” instead of "still," I asked Robin to take it back and see if she could exchange it. When she got back, my water was bubbling over like Mt. Vesuvius! She said the man told her he didn’t have still water, so he put some salt in the glass to make the fizz die down. Now I had carbonated AND salty water! But the food—it was wunderbar!
At the market in Munich I ordered a glass of water. When I tasted it and realized it was “with gas” instead of "still," I asked Robin to take it back and see if she could exchange it. When she got back, my water was bubbling over like Mt. Vesuvius! She said the man told her he didn’t have still water, so he put some salt in the glass to make the fizz die down. Now I had carbonated AND salty water! But the food—it was wunderbar!
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After the intensity of Dachau, we stopped in modern, upbeat Munich for lunch at the market and visit to the biergarten.
Munich
This innocent looking house has a few rooms in one row with doors leading from one room to the next. In the first room, the prisoners were brought in, and in the second they were disinfected. The third was the gas chamber, and the last is where the bodies were deposited before being taken to the crematoria in the next building.
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Once there were rows and rows of barracks. Now only two barracks buildings remain.
The crematoria.
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This courtyard was huge. It was the roll-call area where prisoners had to line up morning and evening to be counted and often were made to stand for hours. If someone had tried to escape, they were tortured or executed in the courtyard. Behind the building in the back was the bunker or camp prison, which was the site of much terror.
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This is the entrance to the Dachau Concentration Camp. The translation is “Work Sets You Free.” Our visit here was very intense for me. My family lived in Poland during World War II; and, although they weren't Jewish, my parents and siblings were taken to Germany to live and work in a labor camp. Like the residents of this concentration camp, there was no escape; but, unlike the prisoners in concentration camps, they were there to work but not necessarily to be put to death. Thankfully, everyone in my family survived in spite of severe conditions, malnutrition, and even Allied bombing.
Germany
