"New Town Hall" in Munich. Looks much older than the "Old Town Hall." |
So we took a train from Prague to Munich. It seems so long ago. Right now, at this very moment, I'm sitting in a hostel in the Swiss Alps. But that's for the next blog. This one is about our experiences in Germany. One thing at a time, my friends!
Munich is an amazing city. Brandon was really excited about Germany because of his passion for WW2 history. I was excited for Germany because I was born in Memmingen, Germany, almost 27 years ago. Ew, gross. 27? Really? Let's pretend I didn't say that and move on.
The pillars are all pockmarked from bombings. Up on the left you can see a couple of patches. |
As we were walking into the city center we went through a plaza called Karlsplatz and there was a man preaching against Islam. That was right when we got into the city so it was an interesting welcome. There were cops all around him and a big crowd of people - some booing, some cheering. What was pretty scary about the situation was that there was a very large group of men and women who were obviously Islamic and who were getting a little crazy. There was a lot of yelling. I took some video and then we got out of there. I have no idea what he was saying, but the people were not pleased.
Brandon with his massive beer. |
Prison cells at Dachau. |
Two cool things about Munich:
1: When Hitler took power it was pretty much set in stone, and everyone knew it, that Germany was going to be going to war. Because of this a lot of people went around town with their personal cameras and took pictures of every detail that they could. After the war, when everything was completely destroyed, the city of Munich had two choices. They could either rebuild the exact same city or they could build a new city. Berlin decided to go the new city route. Munich took advantage of the pictures taken and rebuilt their city exactly how it was before the war - straight down to a cannonball that had been lodged in a church tower since the 30 Years War - see picture on the right.
2: Some cities have monuments and memorials for the people who suffered and/or died because of the Holocaust and Hitler's reign. Munich, again, decided to go a different route. They instead have a lot of small, more subtle memorials placed all around town. Most or all aren't labeled and you wouldn't know what it was unless someone told you. The one I have a picture of is a golden line of bricks in what is called "Dodger's Alley." Hitler had a memorial placed in the plaza across from the Residence Hall and required all who passed it to do the heil salute. If someone didn't do the salute, they would either be shot, beaten, or sent to a concentration camp. Scary, right? So the people who didn't want to do the salute would "dodge" the memorial through that alley to get to where they were going. The police eventually caught on and even going down that alley became dangerous.
Every city and town has its own crest. This one is Memmingen's on the German flag. |
After Munich we went to Memmingen which is where I was born. I never knew anything about the town because we left when I was a year old. So I really wanted to go see it. Today we told a couple of Germans that we went to Memmingen and they were incredibly confused. They said, "Why would you go there? There is nothing there." When I said I was born there they laughed and asked me why I didn't speak any German. The initial confusion was pretty funny.
Memmingen is the cutest little town. It was great to get out of tourist town. We went to dinner at a little pub with an old man who didn't speak a word of English. Brandon didn't get what he thought he ordered but we both smiled and he at it anyway. Turned out to be pretty good so everything is great. There happened to be a couple of trails laid out for tourists in the town center so we were able to get some fantastic exploring in. I don't feel like we missed out on anything.
So I think that's pretty much it for Germany. I mean, as always, there's more. When we get home I'll post all the pics with more information and adventures, but I think this blog is probably long enough. And I'm hungry. I want dinner. So, until next time, my friends!