Monatsarchive: März 2019

Das Celler Loch is visible in the center.

30,000 Soviet dead – quite a contrast to smiling British faces. The Friedhof is down a kilometer dirt road in a quiet, pleasant woods. There are birds calling in the trees and the roar of highway traffic beyond.

This is the most kitsch memorial I’ve ever seen. It seems almost a parody of memorial placards. I poked around in the woods and by the road a little but couldn’t find any foundations.

Now a shoestore, this was the boutique where Ensslin was arrested. The space we are looking at is where she spent the last free moments of her life.

I see these sentiments and I want it so much to be true and I don’t know what to do about it. I find this heartbreaking.