Buchenwald

Today we travelled back to Frankfurt, with a six-hour stopover in Weimar to visit the Buchenwald memorial. Buchenwald was a forced labor camp during World War II. I'm not ready yet to describe my feelings about it. It's one thing to read and hear about the horrors of the holocaust; it's another to stand right next to the ovens, and to see the drains on the floors.

Martina had made dinner reservations at one of her favorite restaurants. We had a joint celebration of Anita and my anniversary (Thursday), Stephan's birthday (Saturday), and Martina and Stephan's anniversary (next Tuesday). This did wonders to brighten our moods after Buchenwald. Martina drove us back to the hotel, and we had said very tearful goodbyes.

Food today

I don't clearly recollect when or what we ate during the day.

9:30pm

• Apfelwein
• Garden salad
• Schweinskotelett mit Pfeffersauce
• Green beans with onions and bacon (just like my grandma used to make)
• Kroketten