Today we saw the extremes of history. First, we visited the concentration camp at Dachau. It was humanity at our worst. The sign on the front gate said in wrought iron, “Arbeit macht frei,” which means “Work makes you free.” Dachau started out primarily as a work camp. But thousands died there from 1933 to 1945.



I must say, it was strange taking the tour with our lovely German hosts. On the one hand, one must remember history. On the other hand, I do not think less of our new German friends.
The other historic sight we visited was a luxurious palace, Nymphenburg. While Doug played soccer with Timo and friends, Astrid and I toured the palace grounds. With gold and crystal rooms, endless gardens (most still waiting for spring), and graceful swans, it was fine craftsmanship and elegance. Many locals enjoyed pushing strollers and taking walks on the grounds, a public inheritance from wealthy monarchs.

The extremes of the beauty and ugliness in one day.
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