I read "rise and fall of the third reich" the summer before I came to germany. All of the names of places keep jumping out at me. My grandfathers fought a war with the old men in these places. I think of fighter planes dropping bombs on the homes, on those beautiful buildings we saw in dresden, or the remnants of the wall that used to run through berlin. I had a conversation with josepha's father in leipzig after the show. He talks about how his family escaped the gdr with the help of a truck driver. They got dropped off by the side of the road with their things on a foggy day. The driver then crossed the border while they walked silent through the forest to the road on the other side of the border. Weimar is home to gouthe a famous german writer. The town is considered the cultural capital of germany. It's a collegetown and we happen to be playing on theday the college kids all get back from break. Zum Falken is a very old bar, with old insturments hanging all over the walls. By the time we start playing the bar is totally packed and quite loud. We play a bunch of our louder songs which was fine but they mostly talked over josepha which sucked. Even with the pa it was hard for her to compete with all the sound.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
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