This one is a faux pas to mention aloud. But as you walk around Germany, you can't help but wonder what the older people (and the older relatives of others) did in Nazi Germany. It's definitely something you don't ever ask. It always comes to my mind when I'm watching a little old lady shuffle along up my street as she comes back from the market. What was it like for her?
I know that most people were just trying to live their life, and it was probably a scary time for them. I'm sure the little old lady was young, was trying to find someone to marry and have kids with and still be in by curfew. I know when I missed my curfew (which was often) my parents would often put me on restriction. I wonder if she missed her curfew if she was risking a much more important personal freedom. Did she even feel like she had any freedom on a daily basis, or was she afraid to speak to anyone on any subject deeper than the weather? I can't help but wonder. The unspoken-ness of it all hangs in the air here, the houses and land even seem keep what they saw to themselves. So as everyone goes back into their homes and shuts their doors, my questions remain unanswered. Maybe the subject will come up one day, I do hope.
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