Jeff—Saturday
We just spent a
delightful few days with some great friends from Germany who were holidaying on
Mykonos. For the sake of this post let’s
call them Chris and Nolan. They’re among the nicest, most gracious, and hospitable couples I know, and seven
years ago we spent a week touring Bavaria with them. We began to reminisce about our visit to
their Bavaria and they mentioned a post I’d written after my return to Greece
from that trip. I’d forgotten all about it. They had not, and suggested I
run it again, emphasizing that what I wrote about in 2012 is particularly
relevant to our world today.
So, at the suggestion
of my friends, here’s that post.
Chris, Nolan and I are all about the same age and share a
deep love for Greece. In fact, we met on
Mykonos some umpteen years ago. Chris
was born in Germany but is well acquainted with living in the United States and
Nolan was born in the U.S. but lived most of his life in Europe. They are an insightful pair of
internationalists with countless mesmerizing stories to match, and a
willingness to share their knowledge on so many things Bavarian.
I’ve never been to Bavaria before. It’s in southeast Germany bordering the Czech
Republic, Austria, and Switzerland (across Lake Constance). It is a unique place, idiosyncratic some
might say vis a vis the rest of
Germany, for it still regards itself as independent, the “Free State of Bavaria”
to be precise. It is Germany’s wealthiest and second most
populous state and at the risk of incurring the ire of the other fifteen states,
from what I’ve seen it just might be the most beautiful.
There’s no escaping the magic of its landscape: verdant
farmland neatly peppered with houses of the sort you expect to see under a
Christmas tree, fawn-color dairy cows with doe-like eyes grazing amid waves of green,
locals in lederhosen and dirndl, all set against the sharp, white-topped,
gray-green Bavarian Alps.
Even Bavaria’s most heavily trafficked tourist attractions
maintain the integrity of what makes them so popular. For example the castles of King Ludwig II
(1845-1886) still take your breath away (and not just because of long walks up a
hill from the parking lot).
My favorite
was not the one Disney ripped off (Schloss Neuschwanstein), but the smallest of
his palaces, Linderhof, inspired by the French Sun-King Louis XIV’s
Versailles. It comes complete with his
own private underground grotto—think Phantom
of the Opera, but grander.
And Munich, Bavaria’s capital, is as cosmopolitan and
vibrant a city as any in the world, filled with world-class shopping and a
thriving economy driven by such industries as BMW (yes, I slipped that one in),
film production, and publishing.
Bavarians have rebuilt their capital in a first class way;
one that integrates what remains of its past with what it has become. Heavily bombed by the Allies in World War II,
Munich does not attempt to hide from its part in those horrific times. Nor does it forget the eleven Israeli
athletes who perished at the Olympic Games it hosted in 1972. It has accepted responsibility and grown
wiser from it. More so than many places
in the world.
I also visited Dachau just outside of Munich. It was the first Nazi concentration camp
created after Adolph Hitler’s appointment as German chancellor in I933. I’m not showing any pictures of that. Nor am I showing any I took from the top of
The Eagles Nest, a retreat built for Hitler on the border with Austria. Both are places not to be missed on any trip
to Bavaria for they represent something never to be forgotten by Germans, Jews,
Greeks or anyone on this planet.
But I prefer not to use photographs to make that point. Instead, let me quote from something I read
at the Dachau museum. It describes how Adolph Hitler managed to take a radical,
marginal political party he helped form when he was thirty-one—the National
Socialist German Workers’ Party
(“NSDAP”)—and within a dozen years emerge as Germany’s all-powerful Fuhrer.
[T]he NSDAP remained a
peripheral political force during the stable years of the Weimar Republic. This changed dramatically with the onset of
the world economic crisis. In the
[Parliamentary] elections of September 1930, the NSDAP succeeded in increasing
its share of the vote from 2.6 per cent to 18.3 per cent; in the [Parliamentary]
elections of July 1932, the NSDAP emerged as the strongest party with 37.3 per
cent of the vote.
The party made use of
both brutal violence against its opponents as well as modern propaganda methods
and tactics. The party succeeded in
evoking the impression that it alone was capable of meeting the divergent
interests of a number of social groups.
By mobilizing resentment and exploiting images of threatening enemies,
the National Socialists were able to conceal the internal contradictions riddling
their political demands.—The Dachau Concentration Camp, 1933-1945
[Ed. Note: The Nazis
were the prime instigators of the very violence they decried and used it to
gain support among a demoralized middle-class by making them believe they alone
could restore law and order. Among
Hitler’s promises were vows to revive the economy by unstated methods, restore
German greatness, and overturn the Treaty of Versailles. The two 1932 elections had confirmed that
NSDAP was Germany’s strongest political party, and as the country had been unable
to form a majority in Parliament since 1930, political pressure ultimately led
to Hitler’s appointment as Chancellor of Germany]
Those who endured understand “Never Again.” Let us hope the rest of the world doesn’t
forget.
End of post…but sadly far
from the end of the story.
Jeff—Saturday
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