Day 13: Sunday August 18, 2013

The last day of the trip. We woke up early and had another nice breakfast at the hotel. The woman at reception, who's been nice since the beginning, gave us two Fischer's beer glasses as a souvenir. Then we left for the three-hour ride to Dachau.

The famous "Work makes you free" sign.

When you get to the small town, it seems pretty normal. Its terror-filled past isn't immediately obvious to the naked eye. To get to the site of the former camp, you pass by groceries stories and fast food restaurants. Then you pay three euros at the gate to park. There are actually houses right outside the camp gates. It's scary to think about how people can still live there.

We passed through the information center and went towards the camp site itself. After realizing that we'd be late for the 11:30 showing of the camp documentary, we decided to come back to it later. Since Oma and Opa had already been to the camp twice, Sara, dad, and I walked around. We walked down the many rows of barracks now reduced to rubble, and then to the crematorium. Passing through the former sites of such horrid death was surreal. After walking through there, we went back to the pistol range where Nazis would carry out executions through a shot to the back of the neck.

The Dachau crematorium. 

From there we walked back to watch the documentary. It was scorching hot outside. You could feel the heat and what it must have been like to have been put to work with that kind of weather. The documentary consisted of footage from the camp that was broadcast in the 1960s. A lot of pictures and videos of camp life and the camp's liberation.

The main camp area.

When the 20 minute-long documentary ended, Dad, Sara, and I walked down the other side of the barracks and spent a few minutes in one of the barracks that is still up. Those few minutes really brought everything together. The clustered nature of the barracks made it feel real. The three of us walked into the Jewish memorial to the dead (there were memorials set up from multiple religions) and spent a minute there. Then we walked back to the central area of the camp and went through the museum, which is located inside the former SS headquarters and the area where the prisoners went when they first arrived at the camp. 

Inside the camp barracks. 

After spending about three hours there, we left Dachau. Next stop the Frankfurt airport. We ran into a decent amount of traffic on the way there. Once we arrived, we dropped off the car and checked our luggage. Our hotel was connected to the airport. We got there, rested a bit, and went for dinner. Then we got back and went to sleep.

That's it for the trip. We had uneventful flights from Frankfurt to Zurich, and then Zurich back to New York. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed. 

Day 12: Saturday August 17, 2013

 We slept in a little today and had breakfast again on the bottom floor of the hotel. More bread of course. Then we took off to spend the day in Tübingen, a nearby university town. When we arrived, we walked around the streets and looked inside a few of the churches. After that we walked through a large park with some gardens and then went back towards the Neckar river. When there, Opa stayed behind and the rest of us went on a little paddle-boat around the river. Sara and dad did the paddling, and it was pretty hard work for them. We stayed to relax on the river for a half hour or so.

There wasn't much to do in Tübingen, so we drove around the university for a few minutes before leaving. The university there is pretty famous, so Sara was trying to convince me to take an admissions packet. She just wants me going far away. 

So we left Tübingen to head back to Mossingen to chill for a while. After doing that for a few hours, we got gas and went for dinner at the restaurant where dad and I got a beer last night. It was very, very good. I got turkey schnitzel with fries and a salad. Everyone really enjoyed their meals. I also got two beers. It was a productive day.

Beers of the day: Fischer's Pilsener

                           Fischer's Hefeweizen

Day 11: Friday August 16, 2013

Today we woke up and had breakfast in our hotel. A lot more bread, as we expected. After finishing that, Opa got in touch with our friends the Werners, and we made our way to their house in Hechingen. The Werners are the Althoffs of Hechingen. When we arrived at their house, we were met with more food. The Werners had prepared coffee, candies, and most importantly, Black Forest cake. The cake was incredible. It was as authentic as it gets. Probably one of the best slices of cake I have ever had. 

After eating, we left their house to go see some family sites around Hechingen. First, we went to the old synagogue, which was destroyed on Kristallnacht but later restored. It was an incredible feeling to be standing on the very same steps that so many of my relatives stood on after getting married seven decades ago.  Once in the synagogue, Otto showed us a book he put together, which recorded every Jew to live in Hechingen between 1800 and 2000. He said it was real painstaking work. 

We left the synagogue after a little while and drove to the house where my great-grandmother Tessy grew up. At one time, the house held seven people, which wasn't so much for such a big house. But it's hard to imagine them all moving from that big house to the little apartment in Washington Heights. 

We parted with the Werners for the time being and made our way to the nearby town of Haigerloch. Haigerloch holds the site of the Nazi attempt to build an atomic bomb during the Second World War. Now the site is a museum, and it was pretty interesting. The museum is literally in the middle of nowhere. It was a nice spot to put a nuclear testing facility, given that no one in Haigerloch or any of the nearby towns knew of any of the Nazi attempts. But that is the way it was supposed to be. Near the end of the war, when the Allies were approaching Germany, the Nazis wanted to blow up the facility and destroy the evidence of their work. But above the facility was a church, and the priest wouldn't let them bomb it. That's why it is still intact.

For dinner that night, we met up with the Werners at a nice restuarant, a pretty authentic German meal. After finishing dinner, my dad and I went to get a beer, and then went back to the hotel to get some sleep. 

Beer of the day: Fischer's Hefeweizen

Day 10: Thursday August 15, 2013

I'll apologize in advance for this short post, but I promise it isn't my fault. We left Otterberg in the morning to meet friends in Baden-Baden. Baden-Baden is an old spa town that was popular for its casinos. Dostoevsky famously lost thousands at the casinos in Baden-Baden, and even wrote a book about it called The Gambler. The town has a really old feel to it. It's very 19th century, very Gone with the Wind. It was, as my grandfather described it, like being in a time warp. So we met our friends there and had a nice lunch right next to the old casino. After walking through some of the old parks and gardens, we went back to our car to make our way to Mössingen, a town right near Hechingen, where my great-grandmother was from.
When we got in the car, the GPS had us arriving in Mössingen at about 5:30 PM. Well, not exactly. After getting on the Autobahn, famous for being the fastest expressway in the world, we got stuck in seven hours of standstill traffic, the worst any of us had ever been in. There were parts when nobody was moving an inch. People were getting out of their cars to smoke. It was insane. Hours later, when we finally passed the standstill, the GPS took us off the Autobahn for an hour, making the trip even longer. Just before we got back on the Autobahn to finally get to Mössingen, we found a McDonald's to get something to eat. McDonald's had never looked better to us. An hour later, we arrived in Mössingen and crashed.

Day 9: Wednesday August 14, 2013

Another interesting day. We packed up and left Bacharach for Worms. Worms was one of the first three Jewish settlements in Germany. The drive there lasted about an hour, but it wasn't easy getting around Worms when we got to the city. There was a lot of construction and traffic, just like in all of Germany. Once we got our barrings, we went to the old Jewish cemetery, which dates back to the 11^th century. The graves were built to last. The German Jews really thought they'd be here until the end of time.

After getting to the tourist information booth, we were directed towards the old Jewish quarter of the town, which included the oldest synagogue in all of Germany. The synagogue was also where the famous medieval rabbi Rashi studied. While waiting for the synagogue/museum to open back up after lunch, we came across an Israeli tour group, which was fun. The museum opened, and we took a few minutes to walk around the sanctuary. 

One experience we had in Worms was rather memorable. On one of the streets in the Jewish quarter, there were six stolpersteins (shown on the left). Four of them were of a small family, and then another family of two. There was one for a two-year old child. It really showed how expansive Nazi power was and how they infiltrated these seemingly quiet, peaceful little towns. .

We finished up in Worms and left for our one-night stay in Otterberg, as is was close to Kaiserslautern, where dad and I were going to a soccer game that night. Germany was playing Paraguay in a friendly in preparation for World Cup qualifying, which starts soon.  Once we got to Otterberg, we got doner kabobs again for lunch, the third time on the trip. Those places are everywhere in Germany. Then we found out that there would, conveniently, be a shuttle service from our hotel to the stadium that night. With the owner of the hotel and two other people, we set of for Kaiserslautern at 6:30.

The driver dropped the four of us off at a bus station near the stadium. The other two other guys spoke little English, but helped us out with directions to the stadium. One even bought us beers on the way in. As we walked up a big hill to Fritz-Walter Stadion, dad and I bought a scarf and a Deutschland hat for just 15 euros. Pretty good deal. 

Once we walked in the stadium, we walked around and I got a green road Germany jersey for just 30 euros. Its original price was 79 euros, so we got quite the deal. It took a while to find our seats because no one spoke any English. When we finally did, there was about a half hour before the scheduled kickoff. In front of our seats were pieces of white construction paper. At first, we thought they were going to be used to distract Paraguay on offense. But then, as the German national anthem began to play, everyone around us put them up. We figured out that we were helping to make the German coat of arms. The playing of the anthem was a little emotional, given its history and the irony of our being there. 

The game was a lot of fun, definitely a great experience. Paraguay, the big underdogs, scored two goals to start the game. There was an overwhelming feeling of “this isn't supposed to happen.” Germany came back to score two goals and tie the game, but Paraguay took a 3-2 lead into halftime. Germany scored to tie it up with fifteen minutes left. Then they had plenty of opportunities to win in stoppage time, but couldn't and it ended in a tie. It was quite the anticlimactic finish.

We then made our way back to the hotel in Otterberg and quickly went to sleep.

Beers of the day: Bitburger

                           Hefeweizen