In Germany now. I have seen very little, as we have only arrived this evening, but I feel that Germany is weird, weird, weird.

Nina and Gyorgy are wonderful though. An oasis of familiarity in a strange land. They are excellent hosts. Somehow we've managed to communicate quite well with a mix of English, German, Russian, and a lot of sign language. They have so generously welcomed us into their very nice apartment and fed us bread with butter, egg salad, eggplant, avocados, delicious English tea with sugar and lemon, and ice cream. What luxuries for poor travelers!

But I wish I could shake this eerie feeling like I don't belong here. I mean more than usual. And its odd because my ancestors were here. Shouldn't I feel at home or something? But its all this history in my head. It keeps reminding me...Sixty years ago it all happened right here where you stand and act like nothing happened. 6 million dead Jews is hard to forget! 6 million more gay, gypsy, handicapped, jehovahs witness, anyone who resisted Nazis, all killed in the name of Germany? How could anyone regardless of religion, race or background swallow all that and immigrate here? It must require strength and a lot of open-mindedness. I have got to trash history and try to move on like everyone else or nothing can ever get better.

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