We always went to Limburg on Sundays. It was a 40-minute drive from Wiesbaden. I had to wear my First Communion dress, or my Bavarian jacket. Either marked me as German, which I… Continue reading

The Last Class of Professor Dessoir

Helmut was a student in the very first post-war class of 1946. He was always hungry, had read little of value and loved authoritarian language. An accelerated program let him finish in three… Continue reading