Thursday, August 12, 2010

Auschwitz

We had not planned on visiting Poland, but a young Hungarian couple we met in Salzburg persuaded us that Cracow in particular was not to be missed. Auschwitz is just a hour's drive or so short of Cracow, and so we stopped there at a stellplatz in the visitor center parking lot. Vicki has read or taught a good bit of Holocaust literature and so was intent on the visit. It was a beautiful sunny day; it seemed almost wrong to visit this place of unimaginable suffering and perversion on such a day. There were thousands of other visitors, mostly tours from Cracow or Prague. People visit such places for many different reasons, I suppose. Some were carrying flowers for relatives lost at Auschwitz. Most, like us, come out of a sense of obligation, to witness, to share in the sense of despair, perhaps to gain some understanding or hope. But the Holocaust is not even the most recent instance of genocide.

Auschwitz was originally a Polish army base, taken by the
Germans in 1939 and thereafter converted first to a
concentration camp for Polish political prisoners, then
Russian POWs, then Jews, Gypsies, and others from all
over Europe; "arbeit macht frei" conveyed only this truth:
as long as you could work, you could live; life expectancy
was 3-4 months, although some few survived; when the
Red Army arrived, in January, 1945, Auschwitz had been
closed for several months; only 7000 or so inmmates
remained, most near death







The four-hour tour (English and many other language
choices) begins at Auschwitz I, the original camp, which
could house 15,000 or so; the gas chamber was first used
here; these are canisters of Xyklon B found by the Russians











Eyeglasses of those murdered



















Suitcases; the lie propounded was that everyone was being
"re-settled" and thus encouraged to bring along up to 50kg
of valuables per person; later "confiscated" and sent back
to the Reich









Shoes










Guardhouse











In the midst of the 30 or so barracks











The barbed wire fences, everywhere, were
electrified

Swiss Saxony, and on to Poland

We had planned on a day in Swiss Saxony, an area where the Elbe has carved a canyon of unusual sandstone formations, table mountains, a rock-climbing center. But the recent rains, flooding, road closures, and on and on, changed our plans, so we drove straight on (sort of), through a bit of the Czech Republic, then back into Germany, then into Poland, and across a good bit of southern Poland, one vast fertile but very flat plain, all the way to Auschwitz. Driving 3 or 4 hours across this plain, mostly farms, fields, and forests, I was struck by the lack of natural impediments, all the way to the Vistula, and how easy it has been, for millenia, for armies to march or roll across Poland.

Weird formations in Swiss Saxony; and a climber on the
right side of the left-most column







There he/she is





The Elbe, still in flood, below Bad Schandau

Another Day in Dresden

In the baroque Residenz Schloss in Dresden--the royal castle--are more museums, most notably the so-called Green Vaults, the "historical" and the "new" (but both historical, acquired mostly by August the Strong and his 18th century successors). They are, quite simply, the largest royal treasuries in Europe. Room after room--the amber room, the ivory room, the porcelain room, the silver room, the gold room, the garniture room, and on and on. We absolutely rushed through in 4 hours (our timed ticket didn't star until 2 in the afternoon). How all this survived wars and revolutions, and communism, is a miracle. It is stunning, overwhelming. Alas no pix are allowed, but you can get a hint from the two below, or by going on the web. Next time, we'll allow 3 days for Dresden.
In the Green Vaults











Ditto







Old Dresden skyline, from the Elbe


East German crossing signals, as in Berlin







Ditto














The Pfunds Dairy, which we visited earlier
in the day












Renowned for its totally-tiled interior











Of course, not everything in Dresden has been restored; this
100m from the Frauenkirche







What if your car is not an erotic?

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Dresden Frauenkirche

Dresden's Frauenkirchen--note the statue of
Martin Luther outside; despite the name, it's
a Protestant church













A beautiful dome that, unlike a lot of baroque churches I
have seen recently, is really worth a look






Skyboxes






Dome













OK, it's a Protestant basilica with skyboxes,
named for Mary, but still worth a look

A Day in Dresden

We proceeded on from Bayreuth, further north and east, to Dresden, in Saxony, and the former East Germany. Dresden--old Dresden--was very largely destroyed by the fire bombings of February, 1945. Its reconstruction did not really commence until the reunification, after 1990. But the "Florence on the Elbe" is now just a brick or two shy of a load.
Of course, to appreciate Dresden, you have to look past a whole lot of East 
German aesthetics






Entering the colossal Zwinger, a huge courtyard surrounded by baroque buildings 
and many, many museums

















The Zwinger's "crown"











The Gemaldegalerie Alte Meister--the museum of old masters, which we toured, 
at great length...more stuff than in Munich, but not as striking...I came out 
gasping for a Dali...the main treasure is Raphael's Sistine Madonna, and it largely 
because of the famous cherubs...


















Note cherubs












The porcelain museum; Meissner porcelain is just down 
the river












King August the Strong











Outside the beautiful Semperoper--the opera house designed by Gottfried Semper












Above the Semperoper entry











The Hofkirche











Altar painting of Hofkirche











A block-long parade of Saxon kings, electors, and other notables, all tile-work














New buildings, old-style, in the grand square











The Elbe itself, after days of rain, was in flood...none of these river cruise vessels 
could get under the city bridges

Camping in Bayreuth

The Bayreuth Festival is, I hasten to note, very RV-friendly
(note we are at the intersection of Tristan Strasse and
Siegfried Wagner Allee (Wagner's son and director of the
Festival for many years, after Cosima's death))





However, we stayed just outside of town at the--I swear I
am not making this up--Lohengrin Therme, one of the
many mineral hot springs for which the area is notable.
It has a stellplatz, a place for RVs to park, free of charge.
Friday night, after my day in Bayreuth, Vicki and I took
the waters, 4 hours of alternating soaking and reading, and
a break for Apfelsatz. Surprisingly, the water was not very
hot, but it was a pleasant diversion. And we love the
stellplatzes.

Richard Wagner in Bayreuth

I spent the day--all day in rain, sometimes torrential--taking in Bayreuth, Wahnfried, the Festspielhaus, all the ambience I could soak up without getting further soaked.
Wahnfried, Wagner's home in Bayreuth, now the Richard
Wagner Museum; fittingly, one is greeted by a bust of
King Ludgwig II, who footed the bill; the museum is
incredbily extensive, not just of Wagner, but of the Festival
and its history, productions, directors, conductors (there
was an exhibit on Toscanini), and singers






The Museum has a no-pix policy, but I did clandestinely
grab this one looking down upon the great hall









Grave of Richard and Cosima









View of Wahnfried from the park





The drive up the hill to the Festspielhaus is one of the most
beautifully-landscaped I have seen






















The park presided over by a larger-than-life
bust of Cosima (she too was larger than life)












The Festspielhaus










The balcony from which three trumpeters
traditionally announce the beginning of the
next act














Me, actually inside the Festspielhaus; the day's
performance, Lohengrin, was still an hour or two
away; I wandered around, trying my best to appear
in need of a ticket; but none appeared; alas, I had
left my tux back in Missoula anyway; I repaired to
the festival restaurant for a coffee and for
self-examination and self-recrimination: if only I
had practiced the piano more! But it was still cool to
be in a special place at a special time.