Sachsenhausen was a concentration camp, not a death camp. However, it was the camp where the Nazis started experimenting to find the “most effective way to mass murder”. We went into ‘Station Z’. They told Jewish soviet prisoners of war that they were going in for a medical exam. One by one, they would enter the exam room, and they would be shot in the back of the head through a hole in the wall by a soldier on the other side. While we were in there a group of Israeli students were praying and crying in a circle. This made basically every member of my group lose it. It was an extremely powerful and moving experience and I good first step before we go to Auschwitz in Poland in a few weeks.
24 September 2011
What is Art? Who is it for?
I’m becoming more and more of a pretentious art snob, sorry about it. I’ve lost track of the number of galleries we’ve been to on this trip. We’re studying basically every era of paintings, architecture, poetry, cabaret, and I don’t even know what else. Gabriel is definitely to blame for my new interest in the arts. He just makes it so interesting, and so fun. He took a few of us on a walk through the Pergamon Museum in Berlin the other day. He’d have us walk into a room with our heads down looking at the floor, guiding us in and place us where he wished. He would then tell us to all look up… and BAM! Ishtar Gate, or BAM! super old Pergamon Alter. Gabriel told us to take future girlfriends there and do that, and if they don’t say “WOW” then they’re not marriage material. I have a sneaking suspicion that he’s done this… after all, we’re talking about the guy who unsuccessfully tried to woo French chicks at Oxford with German romantic art.
Auf Wiedersehen Berlin
I can’t get over how awesome Berlin is! This week we have had more class, been to more museums and gone on more tours than ever, and yet this has still been the most fun week of the semester! I knew I would like it here, but I never thought I’d love it this much! We’ve had a culture overload. We’ve experienced everything from Bach to cross dressing cabaret. Fun highlights from the week include group karaoke, a giant chocolate factory, dessert (Kihlstrom cookies) and a classical music performance at Gabriel flat, a wine bar, museums (yes they were actually fun, thanks to Gabe), and so much more.
This was a very serious week as well though, and this significantly added to Berlin being one of the best weeks of my life. Gabriel gave an extremely insightful lecture on the timeline of the holocaust; there was so much that I either didn’t know, I had misunderstood, or I was flat out wrong about. We took the train to Sachsenhausen Concentration camp the next morning and had an extremely moving experience there (I’ll write about my visit there in a separate post). Gabe led us on a walking tour around Berlin and showed us the Nazi’s lasting impact on the city; we also worshiped in a Nazified church in a Berlin suburb. The hour I will remember most from my week in Berlin is the hour that that a woman name Gila told us her life story. She was born in Berlin in 1941, her father was an important Nazi commander on the Soviet front, and her mother was a blue blooded woman who could’t take care of herself, not to mention her kids. Gila was a “problem child” to her parents and was always asking questions about the war and holocaust (a HUGE no-no in post war Germany). She eventually married a Israeli and her father disowned her. She is such an amazing woman and her whole story about her life as a ‘revolutionary’ is unbelievable! I recorded it on my computer and I will never forget it. The best part was when she describer her grandkids. One of her daughters married a Jew and lives in Israel. Two of her sons (Gila’s grandsons) are in the Israeli Army. Meaning, those Israeli soldiers’ great grandfather was a Nazi. Gila said that if her dad knew his great-grandkids were jews in the Israeli Army, he would roll in his grave.
We’ve defiantly spent the most time as a whole group here. We’d have class most mornings from 9:00 to 12:30, a two hour break, then back for cabaret class from 2:30 to 6:30. At first, I was ready to explode from just pure annoyance. I don’t like huge noisy groups no matter who’s there, so this trip and this past week in particular has been a real challenge for me. I’ve slowly (very slowly) been getting more tolerant of our time as a group. I enjoy basically everyone here individually, it’s just when all 43 of us are in the same room (or bus) for hours upon hours I get extremely agitated.
I’m really bummed we’re leaving Berlin, it’s been a blast! I cannot believe how fast this semester is flying by! I want time to stop so I can soak up every moment. We’re on our way to Dresden for the night, then off to Prague! What’s great about the rest of the trip is that after tonight, we’re in most places for a good amount of time (5-7 days each), no more of these three nights and leave (Oxford, Bayeux, Bruges, Amsterdam).
17 September 2011
ghosts
The history of Germany does cast somewhat of a shadow over Berlin. Despite attempts of the previous generation to cover it up, there is evidence of Hitler and the Nazis all over. From mass graves to buildings covered in bullet holes, this city is scarred by it’s past. It does not ruin the city though, but adds to it. The city lives on, and has moved on. In the past the Germans have tried to rebuild Berlin, trying to cover up these scars. But the new generation has realized that it needs to accept the past in order to move forward.
During our walking tour, led by Gabriel obviously, we got an inside look into Berlin’s past. He brought us to a cemetery with multiple mass graves, tucked between two buildings, almost hidden away. We walked around the city with old pictures from the 1930s and 1940s and lined them up with their current locations. We saw churches on fire and squares filled with Nazi flags and soldiers. It was creepy walking through places we knew Hitler had too walked. We ended our day above Hitler’s bunker, the place where he killed himself when the Soviets marched into Berlin. Gabriel had interviewed a former Nazi radioman who was in the bunker for the last days of Hitler. This man was actually the very last person the be alive in the bunker, after Hitler and Eva Braun had killed themselves. This man was charged with the duty of taking their bodies from the bunker and burning them in the park. We saw the area he burned Hitler. I still haven’t processed what I felt when I saw that area of grass. It’s now just a patch of green behind some low income housing.
Just a few hundred feet from where Hitler burned was the holocaust memorial. It consists of 2,711 of metal rectangles at all different heights, spaced out in rows that you can walk through (like a grid/maze). As I walked through, I recalled what I’ve seen and learned about the holocaust. I felt pain the the pit of my stomach. I cannot imagine what it’s going to feel like walking through the concentration and death camps soon.
We also saw a memorial in the square where the book burnings took place. There’s a plate of glass on the ground in the middle of the area that looks down into a large underground room. Around the entire perimeter of the room, from floor to ceiling, there is a long book shelf warping around. It is big enough to fit the 20,000 books that were burned. The glass plate is designed to reflect the person looking down into the chamber. Since it’s triple paned glass, the reflection is blurred, giving it a ghostly look. “The burning of books is followed by the burning of people” is the general feel from the memorial.
A plaque above a mass grave
The park where Hitler's body was burned |
Holocaust Memorial (from inside)
Holocaust Memorial (from above)
Book burning memorial
16 September 2011
BERLIN
Sorry Amsterdam, but you held the honor of being my favorite city in Europe for about 48 hours. That is, until I got to Berlin. Take everything I liked about Amsterdam and multiply it by ten, then take away all the negative aspects of Amsterdam, add more history and more people... that will give you Berlin. This city rocks the socks off of Europe. I now understand why Gabriel got the heck out of London and has been living here for the past decade. I thought that the ghost of its past would make this city somewhat uncomfortable to be in, but I was wrong. There is so much history here, and that can be a bit eerie sometimes (I’ll talk details about what the Nazis left behind in a later post). But overall, this city is so much fun and has so much culture.
I’ve been looking forward to Berlin since I joined this team last year, and it has not disappointed. This is going to be an awesome week. I am, however, trying to prepare myself for the horrors I’m going to see in both Germany and Poland. We’re going to multiple concentration camps and different locations of some horrific World War II events. It’s going to be a challenge going from those sights one day, to group karaoke the next day, then to live classical music in Gabe’s apartment, then back to the death camps. Wow, Europe Semester is incredible.
15 September 2011
CHAMPsterdam
Amsterdam is so rad! It’s so far my favorite city we’ve been to on this ridiculous semester traveling Europe. It’s the first real city we’ve been to since London. Real as in not one giant tourist trap (Paris), and it’s not a fairytale (Bruges, Oxford…). It’s a city of real, working, northern Europeans. Yes, some parts of the city aren’t very pleasant, but I talked about that in my last post. Here, I just want to concentrate on the great parts of Amsterdam!
We stayed in a hostel for the first time on this trip. I’ve actually missed hostels since I left Scotland! You really don’t get the same flavor of Europe when you stay isolated in fancy hotels vs. living in hostels. It was a huge adjustment for most the group, but lucky for them, we got our own Westmont only rooms (instead of sharing a room with random people like usual at a hostel). A few friends and I walked the canals and explored the city for hours on Tuesday. We stopped in a bar, a coffee house (NOT a coffee shop, big difference), and we found a park. We saw Seth Meyers sitting outside the bar we were at, so if he’s here then you know it’s a good city, right?? We found a playground and acted half our ages, but that’s not uncommon at all.
I now have a favorite artist and favorite museum. We have been studying so much art and artists in our Faith, Witness, and Belief art class, and I’ve concluded that Rembrandt is now my favorite artists we’ve studied so far. We went to the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam and I like it as much, and possibly more than, the Louvre. I’ve never been a fan of Dutch art for some reason. When I go to museums where the art is separated by region, I always go to Italian and French and I haven’t really expanded my knowledge. The Rijksmuseum only had Dutch art, so it forced me to see how amazing it is! The details in these pictures are unbelievable. And nothing can compare to Rembrandt, he is an absolute genius.
I had the best Heineken of my life here! It’s the freshest it’s ever going to get. Heineken has been my favorite beer for a while (until I was introduced to Scottish Tennets last month). I had it here in a few bars, and I went to the Heineken factory! It’s honestly like Disneyland for beer lovers. There was a ride and everything! Best part, free Heineken at the end!!
In Amsterdam, I feel like no one is judging me for being a foreigner while I’m walking down the street. The city has always been known for it’s tolerance (both positively and negatively), and I really saw that during my stay. Plus, there aren’t a ton of fanny pack tourists walking around. It’s a much younger crowd, but still has a big city feel. This is the first city we’ve been to on this trip, besides London, that I could honestly see myself living in one day. I’m also more proud than ever to be a quarter Dutch, thanks Oma!
I’m now on a seven hour train to Berlin! Finally, the city I’ve been most excited for. We’re there for eight days, then Dresden for a night. I cannot believe how fast this trip is flying by. I’m having the most fun I’ve ever had, but at the same time a part of me still misses Westmont. It’s just strange not living in the dorms, being the the Dinning Commons, going to chapel, and being surrounded by everyone I love. There are so many people I miss at home and at school. Plus, Wesley was so close to getting on this trip, it’s tough not having him here when we had planned on it for months. This group has become like a family though. We’re getting so close, and that’s only going to continue. It can be challenging being with the same people 24/7, but I’m learning a lot about myself in the process.
PS: Oktoberfest starts in Germany while we’re here… oh yeah. (Apparently Oktoberfest starts in September, who knew!)
13 September 2011
Amsterdam...
We arrived in Amsterdam on Monday. When we first got here, people were already ragging on it. I was constantly hearing either: ‘I wish we were back in Bruges’ or ‘I can’t wait to just get to Berlin’. I heard complaint after complaint about Amsterdam, about where we’re staying in the city, the fact that we’re in a hostel and not a 4 star hotel… I understand that this city has a dark side, I really do. We’re basically staying in the red light district, we can’t escape that. But calling this entire city a “dark place” is just not true. My first response to somebody when they said that was, “yeah, of course it’s dark, it’s raining.” I should probably have given my classmates some more slack on that first day, but while I’m trying to live the best I can in the now and today, people around me are stuck in the past or already thinking about our next destination. Not everybody feels this way, but some of the more vocal people do.
This city has such a fascinating history and culture. Yes there are unpleasantries here, but not more than any other major city! Are people really ignorant enough to think that prostitution and sex trafficking isn’t going on in cities all across the globe? The difference here is that it’s out in the open for us to see, and that’s making people uncomfortable… GOOD. This should make us uncomfortable. It’s wrong and it’s horrible, but saying that this is a dark place and wanting to leave isn’t going to change that. We’re in Amsterdam for a reason, and our eyes are being opened up to things that we should not be ignoring. As for the marijuana here, I guess I’m just not shocked by that culture having grown up where I did. I know it’s bad, but I don’t think it’s this huge evil that ruining the world and is worse than any other thing you could possibly do (like some people I know believe).
I am so excited to explore Amsterdam, I’m almost a quarter Dutch! I tend to focus on my Scottish and Italian heritage, but I need to remember that I’m also Dutch and German! I think I’m going to really like Amsterdam, and I wish we had a few more days here to explore. Oh well, gotta make the best of it!
11 September 2011
reflecting still
So I'm still processing today, it's been an emotional roller coaster. After watching the Ground Zero Ceremony this afternoon, I decided to take a walk around Bruges to process my thoughts. I walked along the banks of the canals that run through the city, wishing I was in America for the first time since I left. I've never wanted to be back in the States more. Just then, I turned a corner and saw this...
This was EXACTLY what I needed to see. I little piece of home, hanging from a random house in Bruges. I was tempted to knock on the door, but I decided against it. I've been thinking the past few days about what it means to be an American. More importantly, I've been reflecting on what it means to be a Christian born in America. Finally, I've been thinking about what it means to be an American Christian, living and traveling abroad.
I've come to the conclusion that I'm both an ambassador for Christ, and an ambassador for America. I simultaneously represent two of the most important parts of who I am, where ever I am. America truly is the last, best hope on Earth. Not just politically, but spiritually too. I've seen first hand how the faith of Europe is eroding to almost nothing. (Interesting side note, the European states that are still actively religious are Catholic, the Protestant countries' faith fell a long time ago.) Where ever I go in Europe, I want to leave an 'unusual' impression on everyone I meet. Instead of being just another American pissing somebody off, I want to be somebody who preaches with my actions. I don't know if this makes any sense, just my notion for the day.
Peace Bruges... Amsterdam in the morning!
This was EXACTLY what I needed to see. I little piece of home, hanging from a random house in Bruges. I was tempted to knock on the door, but I decided against it. I've been thinking the past few days about what it means to be an American. More importantly, I've been reflecting on what it means to be a Christian born in America. Finally, I've been thinking about what it means to be an American Christian, living and traveling abroad.
I've come to the conclusion that I'm both an ambassador for Christ, and an ambassador for America. I simultaneously represent two of the most important parts of who I am, where ever I am. America truly is the last, best hope on Earth. Not just politically, but spiritually too. I've seen first hand how the faith of Europe is eroding to almost nothing. (Interesting side note, the European states that are still actively religious are Catholic, the Protestant countries' faith fell a long time ago.) Where ever I go in Europe, I want to leave an 'unusual' impression on everyone I meet. Instead of being just another American pissing somebody off, I want to be somebody who preaches with my actions. I don't know if this makes any sense, just my notion for the day.
Peace Bruges... Amsterdam in the morning!
'A great people has been moved to defend a great nation'
It has been a full decade since that horrible morning. For me, it has been half a lifetime. I was only ten years old that day, and the second half of my life so far has been directly shaped by the September 11, 2001 attacks. I will never forget that morning. Waking up to the sound of my parents worried voices, I went up to the kitchen and saw what was happening on the television. I don’t have many clear memories from that age, but I have no trouble recalling exactly what I saw early that Tuesday. I had walked into the room shortly after the second tower was struck. At first glance, I remember thinking some building in New York was on fire. I was told what was happening, and I watched in horror as the towers fell. I remember my parents explaining to my sisters and me what it meant. I understood. I doubt many my age understood as well as I did. Even at that young age, I was extremely conscious of the global realm. I was already much more politically aware than my peers.
America was under attack, that much was certain to everyone that morning. By nightfall, the entire world had changed in a just a few chaotic hours.
“Tonight, we are a country awakened to danger and called to defend freedom. Our grief has turned to anger and anger to resolution. Whether we bring our enemies to justice or bring justice to our enemies, justice will be done.” President George W. Bush
Over the past few weeks, I have watched hours of footage from the attacks, reviewed countless articles written over the past decade, and watched dozens of speeches made by political figures all over the world reacting to September 11, 2001. I clearly remember watching President Bush’s speech to a joint session of Congress on September 20, but I watched it again in full for the first time recently. I understand now, more than ever, what he was trying to convey to the American people and to the world that night. George W. Bush stepped up like so many who have held his office have done in times of great tragedy. But unlike many before him, there was a much greater sense of emotion radiating out of him. Still a new president, Bush wore his anger on his sleeves for the world to see. The American people were fired up, and so was he. Instead of keeping his cool and being the collected and clearheaded leader that many presidents before him have been, he was leading the charge for revenge. Many have condemned him for this, but I commend him. This was the leader that America needed. America was rallying together, but she needed someone to rally around. For many, Bush was that man. For me, he still is.
“Great harm has been done to us. We have suffered great loss. And in our grief and anger we have found our mission and our moment.
Freedom and fear are at war. The advance of human freedom, the great achievement of our time and the great hope of every time, now depends on us.
Our nation, this generation, will lift the dark threat of violence from our people and our future. We will rally the world to this cause by our efforts, by our courage. We will not tire, we will not falter and we will not fail.” President George W. Bush
Post 9/11 Youth
That part of President Bush’s speech stuck with me for the years following 2001. The more I learned and grew, the more I understood W’s call. My generation has only ever really known a post 9/11 world. Before 2001, I knew little of the world outside my home (yet still more than most my age); but after that year, I started to learn. All the knowledge I have acquired has been through a post 9/11 filter. I do not know what Washington was like before the attacks. I do not know what the United Nations, European Union, NATO… were like in the late 20th century. I have read about them sure, but I never experienced a world not affected by September 11th.
Everything I have studied this past decade, from elementary school to undergraduate, has been influenced by a post 9/11 worldview. Quotes from President Bush’s speeches on September 11th and 20th became comparable with great speeches of American history. He was joined on the speech wall in my 9th grade history class with the likes of Kennedy, Roosevelt, King, Jefferson, etc. I sometimes wonder what my education would have been like if 9/11 had never happened. Then again, I sometimes wonder what the entire world would have been like.
The years following 2001 were filled with the constant fear of another attack. My parents generation feared an attack from the Soviets, their parents feared an attack from the Nazis, my generation feared an attack from the unknown. All I knew was that there were men in caves in a far away desert that wanted to kill Americans. That’s not the best atmosphere for a kid to grow up in, if you ask me. I, like many of my 4th grade friends, wanted to grow up and do something about those evil men. We envisioned our lives as soldiers or ‘important American adults‘ (I guess you could compare that to politicians) that hunted them down and made America safe. I think I am the only one that still does. The threat eventually faded, though never disappeared completely. My peers went on with their lives, they went back to wanting to be doctors, astronauts, rock stars or whatever normal pre-teens want to be when the grow up. My mind never changed.
“These terrorists kill not merely to end lives, but to disrupt and end a way of life. With every atrocity, they hope that America grows fearful, retreating from the world and forsaking our friends. They stand against us because we stand in their way.
We're not deceived by their pretenses to piety.
We have seen their kind before. They're the heirs of all the murderous ideologies of the 20th century. By sacrificing human life to serve their radical visions, by abandoning every value except the will to power, they follow in the path of fascism, Nazism and totalitarianism. And they will follow that path all the way to where it ends in history's unmarked grave of discarded lies.” President George W. Bush
Post 9/11 Future
If it weren’t for my back injury, I would have enlisted directly into the Armed Forces or went to a military academy following high school (despite my mother nearly forbidding it). Instead, I’m at Westmont and not West Point. Yet my future has been more intertwined with the future of America than most my age. At twenty, I feel almost alone among my peers in my passion for America, for her principles and for her people.
I look at the photographs and video taken that morning, and I feel both anger, and patriotism. I love this country, not in some “wrap my flag around myself” patriotism (though I do enjoy occasionally doing that), but patriotism in that I would do anything for the United States. The anger I feel is for the loss of my countrymen, I mourn for them daily. I refuse to sit around and watch the world collapse around me. And if my path isn’t to put my life on the line to protect Americans, either at home or abroad, then my path is somewhere else. God has a great plan for my life, and I will let him use me in any way possible. I might end up in Washington, or I might end up in a far off country. I could be an important ambassador, or a seemingly insignificant traveler, helping kids one by one in Africa or Bangladesh. No matter where I’m led, I know that I will forever be an ambassador of Christ, and of America.
In Memoriam
Today I remember the 2,977 innocent killed that Tuesday morning, a decade ago. I remember the 40 courageous passengers and crew on United Flight 93 that saved an untold number of lives in Washington. I remember those left without parents, children, or loved ones as night fell on September 11, 2001.
Today I thank every single man and woman who has risked their life in the Middle East. I mourn the victorious dead, knowing that they have not died in vein. I thank President George W. Bush. No matter what criticism is said about him now, history will judge him as a brave president who did what was right in order to protect lives. The fact is, a decade has passed and no further attack has been made on American soil. I also thank President Obama. He has continued where Bush left off, and for that I commend him. Obama too has continued to keep America safe. Over the past decade, dozens of potential deadly attacks have been thwarted due to the policies both presidents put in motion.
Today I pray for America, and for our world. I pray for safety, and I pray that God’s work is done. I pray that my life, and the lives of others, will be used by God to bring real change to our nation and to our world. I pray for peace, and I pray for compassion. I pray that in a time that seems hopeless for many, hope and joy can be found. I pray for a blessing on the United States of America. May she forever be the land of the free, and the home of the brave. I pray that the United States of America will always remain, One Nation Under God.
President Bush speech from the Oval Office - September 11, 2001President Bush speech to Congress (highlights) - September 20, 2001
Full news coverage from the morning of 9/11
BBC recap of global day of reflection - September 14, 2001
Time interview with George W. Bush - 2011
09 September 2011
In Bruges
Bruges is so far surprisingly fun. We arrived from Paris today (thank GOD we're out of France) to beautiful quiet Bruges, Belgium. We have absolutely nothing planned for the weekend. All we get to do is relax, and work on our Art homework.
This doesn't just happen anymore
Belgium beer... bomb
Bruges = chocolate
Random looking cinema, but still playing Harry Potter. Win
Focus on the cobbled streets
I was not expecting Venice style canals in Belgium... so beautiful
Yes, that is a Texas flag flying in Bruges. I knew I would like it here
Sunset in Bruges
08 September 2011
film from Scotland! (pt. 2)
town along the train tracks
Arberdeenshire
Dunnottar Castle
Isle of Skye
Highland road
Perth train station
Dundee, Scotland
Dundee, Scotland
Dundee Port
Highland sky
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