Europe- Germany- Poland just saying these in the same sentence seems like someone’s about to embark upon a tale of World War II. And that’s what exactly I did- heading on a trail that took me from the end of the World War 1 to the end of the cold war.

The trip culminated in decades of reading, watching , vicariously living that era in Desutcheland and eastern Europe. It was a childlike delights being able to see, touch and feel the streets, the buildings, the landmarks and being able to sense it in person. While the journey evoked a massive amount of sadness within me as I felt the evil doings of the Nazis and how one human could possibly do things to another.

My days in Berlin took me to the famous glass dome of the Reichstag- The German parliament building where the plenary chambers were completely wiped out in the fire of 1933, months after the Nazis came to power. It wasn’t used during the third Reich and in fact it did not open up for operations until 1999. With its slogan “Dem Deutschen Volken” and some graffiti made by the marauding Red Army in 1945, it’s a symbol, a monument of unified Germany overlooking the Brandenburg Gate. (Tip- Please make reservation online a few weeks prior to the visit. While its free, it fills up quick.)

The Brandenberg Gate is that absolute symbol of the end of the Cold war, the wall collapse and of course the stage for the third Reich powerful parades. As a reference the gate was in the neutral zone of the Berlin Wall. The Reichstag was on the west side of Berlin. As I stood there, it took me all but a few moments to get transported to that era when the place was cold, surrounded by barbed wire, an inner wall and then looking into west Berlin. Parisian Platz is an absolute joy to be in shouldered by the famous Hotel Aldon, where Hitler infamously made the Czech leader wait an eternity before deigning to meet him and then screaming at him causing the Czech to faint.

TIP- Public transport was one of the best I have ever been, The Berlin Welkom card for zones BC enables you to unlimited travel on the trams, buses, S-Bahn and the U-Bahn.

The pedestrian crossing signs in the east Berlin side has that guy in a hat and its different from the signs West Berlin. The guy in the hat was how it was during the East Germany (DDR times). Its endearing!

I walked over to checkpoint Charlie- Site of many a spy novel and thrillers. Its almost overwhelming to be standing there again letting the mind work its magic. The walk on Wilhelmstrasse then the turn into Zimmestrasse and Niederkirchnerstrasse is to feel the grim silence of the cold war. A short walk from there takes you to the memorial of the Jews which again takes you to some heart wrenching stories from people that perished from the holocaust.

The second day for me in Berlin was a travel through the darkness of the Topography of Terror museum which stands on grounds of the SS and Gestapo headquarters and it truly shakes you up when you walk around reading about the horrors inflicted upon the Jews, Sinti and Roma gypsies and the homosexuals, mentally challenged and the site plans were finalized for the “Final Solution”. There was this great exhibit on the Warsaw uprising that brought a stark reality to the travails of Poland and how Warsaw was razed to the ground inspite of the brave underground Poles that resisted the Wehrmacht.

Then this amazing thing Germans have done is to preserve several of these memories of extreme horror; a means to acknowledge the crimes but mostly to make future generations aware of how dark that era was. My journey took me to one of the main concrete bunkers built near the Alhalter station, famous for harboring several thousands of German civilians during the Allied bombings in 1945.

And as I started my day I decided to hop over to the East side gallery- where a good section of the Berlin wall is intact and has enabled graffiti artists to express the cold war and freedom in many forms. Then a visit to the Cecilienhof palace in nearby Potsdam, where the Big 3- UK, US and Soviets signed the Potsdam Agreement that set the course for post war Germany and Poland. It was just surreal being in the exact same room where Churchill/Attlee, Truman and Stalin sat in July 1945 and signed off on the agreement. The palace grounds are a pure joy to wander around and the town of Potsdam is just charming. On the way back from Potsdam, I had go and feel for myself the infamous Gleis 17 (Platform 17) at Berlin Grunewald station where thousands of Jews were transported by rail to the infamous death camps east- Auschwitz-Birkenau, Belzec and other. Makes you shiver in fright, as I stood at the desolate abandoned platform.

 

The next day took me to me one of the earlier concentration camps, just outside Berlin that housed political prisoners and barracks that were later used by the Soviets- Sachsenhausen. Its hard to explain the emotions as you go through the prison cells, wait, close your eyes and feel the morose ambiance.

The journey across the border from Berlin Lichtenberg to Krakow, Poland was shrouded in thought and sadness making my way to the death and I chose to take the rail. While the medieval of Krakow was a happy place to partake in the local Polish cuisine – A mouth watering recipe of the Polish summer hunter’s stew consisting of Kielbasa pork and cabbage followed by a delicious serving of pirogis. A visit to the 13^th century Wieliczka Salt Mine was more of a distraction but was an enriching experience nonetheless. (Tip- Do not attempt to do the Salt mine and Auschwitz-Birkenau the same day. The Polish Zloty goes a long way and stands at 4 to $1 USD. Use Uber liberally in Krakow).

The last day in Europe was all about Auschwitz and Auschwitz-II (Birkenau)- A very emotional experience and from the time you enter the camp gate with that sinister sign “Arbeit macht frei” meaning “Work will set you free” makes you shiver.  A sign that symbolizes persecution, horror and death. The tour takes you into the camp barracks built by slave prisoner, the horrid living conditions and that prisoner hierarchy that had the Jews at the absolute bottom. Unspeakable emotions envelop you as you walk into the infamous Barrack # 11, the place of torture, execution style killings and a short walk away from the basement that served as the first Gas chamber. The very mention of the gas chambers and Zyklon B crystals is nerve wracking as you start to imagine thousands of women and children being told they’re being led to the showers for a thorough rinse. Mass murder, crimes against humanity, deep anger builds up. The short journey to Birkenau that has that evil symbol of the camp gate seen from the offloading ramp of the rail carriages. Where thousands and thousands of Jew and others were offloaded and led to their deaths; hard to even pen down the grisly experience.

HOW CAN HUMANS DO THIS TO ONE ANOTHER? EVEN BESTIALITY DOESN’T BEGIN TO EXPLAIN THIS!. RIP