Monday, 30 April 2018

Another Sobering Tour

Today, on a very wet and dreary day in Amsterdam, it seemed fitting to do a WWII walking tour.  The one I had found had been highly rated on Trip Advisor but, when I first inquired about it, I was the only person going.  However, when I arrived to meet the guide, there were 6 other people so the good news was that I would only have to pay for myself.  Peter had a minimum of two people policy so, when I was going to be alone, I was going to have to pay 60 Euros rather than 30.  Whew!

Peter, who is the same age as me, was very interesting.  He’d done a history degree after he’d retired and his thesis was on the war and the Jews.  He grew up in a town near the German border and his parents remembered the German occupation.  Two of his uncles were killed in the war.  So, no wonder he had an interest in it.  When he was young, he remembered the damage that had been done to his town, not by the Nazis but by the Allies when they were fighting against them.

We learned the Germans invaded the Netherlands despite its policy of neutrality on the morning of 10 May 1940, without a formal declaration of war.  The German forces moved simultaneously into Belgium and Luxembourg.  Our guide, Peter, talked about the plight of the Jews here who were living in the ghetto and how one of them, thinking to save himself, identified Jewish people to the Nazis.  In fact, there were a number of collaborators in Amsterdam and 50 of them, including 1 woman, were executed after the war.  We visited a number of places where the Jews were taken from their homes and sent to death camps, either Sobibor or Auschwitz, both in Poland.



The building which today houses HMV used to be the SS Headquarters

Peter showing us a painting of what was then (in the 1800s) and how it looks now

The Cenotaph remembering all who lost their lives in the war

Not related to WWII but interesting



Mostly  however, the tour involved Peter pointing out the buildings and areas that were most affected by the occupation.  Of course, that was mostly the Jewish Ghetto.  Amsterdam has a number of memorials to the Jews and the persons who fought against the Nazis during that dark time.   The one thing Peter, our guide, reiterated was that it was the Canadians who liberated Amsterdam on May 5th, 1945.  
Above a list of the names of Jews who were taken from the houses
across the canal pictured below.  The railing along the bank here has a number of these plaques


Stolperstein remembering Jews taken from their house
A statue in the City Hall done by someone Peter knows

.  It depicts the sculptor's relative
who attributed his survival in Auschwitz from playing his violin
An Auschwitz Memorial
A quick comment on Amsterdam.  This is my third visit to this city; the first one was in 1979, the second sometime in the 80s with my mother, and now this one.  I know it is a beautiful city and the architecture is amazing and the canals lovely.  However, I have yet discover its magic.  This time I think the reasons were probably the weather, the large and noisy crowds, and the fact I was on my own.  I didn't get out and explore it as much as I should have under the circumstances.  I hope to return some other time and change my impression of a city that I know many love. 


Note:  Today (Monday), I am heading to Rotterdam to board a ship doing a cruise of the Baltics.  Given the difficulty (and expense) of WiFi on board cruise ships, I am not sure if I will have a chance to blog at all.  I return to Rotterdam on May 12th and hope to have lots ready to post by then.  

Saturday, 28 April 2018

Total Chaos followed by Beauty and Charm

Friday, after saying good bye to Kath, I flew to Amsterdam.  I had been forewarned that there could be problems but what transpired completely threw me.  The sum total of the day was that it was a bit of a nightmare.  Forget the fact my flight was delayed; forget the fact they kept changing the departure gate, and forget the fact that the luggage took ages and ages to arrive.  Let's start with having to wait 40 minutes for a hotel shuttle and that was only the start of it!  


Okay, let me back up a bit.  A few days ago, I received an email from my hotel warning me that Friday was King's Day.  That meant nothing to me but, essentially, it means the centre of Amsterdam shuts down for one day to have a great big street party (aka drunkfest).  The following information is from an Amsterdam website:  King's Day is the national celebration of the birthday of the King but this in reality is only an excuse to party hard. The celebrations takes place all over the Netherlands, but have a special atmosphere in Amsterdam. In Amsterdam, King's Day (formerly Queen's Day) is by far the largest open-air festivity with an estimated 750,000 people arriving into the city by train.  Places in the centre like Rembrandtplein, Spui, and Leidesplein are bursting with crowds celebrating and wearing orange.  On this day, street trade is unregulated so it is also the time for second hand shopping.  In addition, as we found out and as the hotel had warned, traffic is blocked from entering the Centrum - I.e. no cars, taxis, trams, etc.  

As the shuttle got closer and closer to the centre, we could see masses of people partying everywhere and I do mean masses.  Each street was very crowded and noisy.  As well, and this certainly didn't create a good impression, the streets were littered with garbage - lots of it!  Our driver tried and tried to get close to the two hotels for his last 3 passengers but all the streets he tried were closed.  Finally, the police told him he could go no further.  For me, that was when the fun (NOT) began.  I had to walk to my hotel which was about a 15 to 20 minute walk away.  I had a general idea of the direction but no map.  Add to this, I had to struggle with my luggage (thankfully, one piece on wheels plus a large handbag) through throngs of loud people, mostly young, drunk or stoned.  There was broken glass on the streets and beer (or other questionable liquid) flowing everywhere.  People just seemed to be unaware there was a person struggling along.  RUDE!!!  I have never been a big fan of Amsterdam and wanted to give it another go.  We weren't off to a good start.  About 3 hours after landing, I was finally at the door of my hotel. So, fair warning:  if you are ever planning to come to Amsterdam at this time of the year, double-check to make sure you aren't arriving on King's Day!!!

I could also whine and snivel about the hotel.  I have never paid this much for a room - even on the Cote d'Azur where I have had lovely rooms with balconies overlooking the Med.  This cost of this one, which you could barely swing a cat in (not sure where that expression comes from) for the 3 nights I am here, could probably buy a return ticket from Canada to Europe.  And, breakfast is not included!  I was pretty pissed off, overwhelmed and exhausted by the time I finally got settled.  The rose wine I had in the bar helped settle my nerves.  The good news for the blog is that I took no pictures of any of this chaos.  

Then, there was today.  While the weather didn't exactly cooperate, it was better than forecast.  It only rained off and on.  I had booked a tour to Keukenhof, the famous tulip gardens, and they did not disappoint.  We left the city about 11:15 and, on the way there, passed several fields of tulips.  Stunning!  Once we arrived. we had four hours (a bit too much given the weather) to explore the grounds, displays, performances, and pavilions.  A couple of times, I got caught in a downpour but it was manageable.  Yesterday had toughened me up!

Our guide told us that Keukenhof is only open from mid-March to mid-May.  During that time about 65 people work there.  The rest of the year, over 650 people are employed.  Besides the spacious 32 hectares of flowers, you can enjoy the spectacular flower shows, surprising inspirational gardens, unique art and wonderful events.  It was amazing.  So, no more words from me except a bit at the end; just photos of my experience today.

















Above and below:  the fields of tulips you could see from the gardens


Above and below:  photos from one of the indoor exhibitions -
I love the creative use of the picture frame with the "vase" below


As a final comment, today was a bit bittersweet.  Our mother loved Holland and, as we were kids, was almost obsessed with tulips. wooden shoes and windmills.  Although I did bring her to this country, it wasn't at tulip time, so she never did see this amazing display of flowers.  (She did see them in the Skagit Valley in WA and I have to say they were also spectacular there).  Anyway, as we left Keukenhof today, there was an outbreak of sunshine among the grey clouds so there had to be a rainbow somewhere though I didn't spot it.  Mom was with me!

Last Days in Prague

This was my fourth trip to Prague with the first one being in the early 1990s not long after the "Velvet Revolution".  So, as this first part of my long vacation draws to an end, I wanted to reflect on our visits to not only Prague but also Budapest and Vienna.

We both agree that, while each city has much to offer, Prague was our favourite.  Aside from the costs (it is cheaper here) and the beer (Prague is the beer capital of the world apparently), there is just something about this city.  While it has a population of about 1.2 million, most of the places you would want to see are within walking distance if you stay in the older part of the city.  We were here for just over 4 days and we didn't get to everything we wanted; such as a tour of the Jewish Quarter (while we stopped there briefly on our walking tour, I would have liked to do the formal tour here like I did the first time I was here), Wenceslas Square and some more of the churches.  Speaking of churches, we learned that about 80% of the Czechs are atheist or agnostic.  That might be put down to years of communism except for the fact that 98% of Poles are Catholic.  

Over the last couple of days, aside from the 7 hour tour to Terezin, we just wandered around Prague stopping into churches, pubs and restaurants.  You can see what our priorities are!  We checked out organ concerts but Kath felt the programs were geared toward tourists (naturally) and they didn't really appeal to her.  

With myriads of beer offered everywhere - not to mention guided pub crawls and beer tastings - it is a beer lover's dream.  We went to one pub which receives fresh unpasteurized beer from the Pilsner Urquell daily.  Apparently, a big truck pulls up, attaches a hose from its tank to pump the beer into the pipeline going to the restaurant and filling the vats.  Sort of like having the oil delivered to your home oil tank, just a different product.  The pub, Restaurace Minkova, is located on a corner of Old Town Square and it was fun to be there.  The food also looked good although we didn't eat there.



We discovered another pub on our last day and this one has a brewery on site.  Beer had been brewed at U Medvidku apparently since 1466.  Kath enjoyed her beer while I had a glass of Muller Thurgau.  We shared a plate of some very tasty pate which was served with toast and onion marmalade.  Then  we just had to try the beer ice cream; yes, beer ice cream!  The waiter told us about half of the people who try it don't like it at all and the other half love it.  Put us into the latter category.  We both thought it was good although it does taste strongly of hops.  We were told it's made from boiling down beer and then using what is left as the basis for the ice cream.  When we told the waiter that we were Canadians who gave it a "thumbs up", he immediately asked us where we were from.  We told him and it turns out he has been to Victoria quite often as he has relatives who run a hotel or pub in Sooke.  Again, what a small world! 



The Czech food seems a bit heavy - lots of meat and dumplings.  We actually ended up eating in Italian restaurants more than Czech once.  Vegetables rarely come with meals unless you order them on the side and, even then, they have been very salty and over-cooked.  Two Italian restaurants which were very good were Oliva Nera (we ate there twice) and Ristorante Pagana where we had our last meal here.  It was very quaint and lovely restaurant and its signature dish is flambeed spaghetti which Kath ordered.  The restaurant is tucked away in the basement of a building which is probably older but in a very modern mall.  It is very small; I think the waiter told us it has only eight tables.  What a find!  Both our meals were very tasty (I ordered lamb cutlets), the wine selection by the glass was good (I started with some Prosecco and then had Chianti), and the prices were reasonable too.  






We were pretty full after our main course so skipped dessert.  Then we walked back to our hotel.  Our time in Prague was pretty much done.  The following morning (Friday) we went to the airport together although my flight was about 3 hours after Kath's.  We'd had a great time and now I am on to new adventures.



Thursday, 26 April 2018

Grim Terezin

Wednesday, we took a 7 hour tour to the town of Terezin which was the location of one of the Nazi concentration camps and considered a "model" by the Nazis.  It was used in propaganda videos of the ideal Jewish life in the camps.  It was also inspected by the Swiss Red Cross during the war.  

The one hour train ride took us to Bohušovice nad Ohří, the nearest station to the town.  The scenic trip followed the Vtlava and Elbe rivers as it went north.  At the station, unlike what would have happened to the thousands of Jews who arrived here who were forced to walk carrying all their possessions, we were bused to just outside the walls of the town where we walked to the cemetery and crematorium.
The train station which looks stark and foreboding even today
By way of some background, here is some information from Wikipedia:


The fortress of Theresienstadt in the north-west region of Bohemia was constructed between the years 1780 and 1790 on the orders of the Austrian emperor Joseph II.  It was designed as part of a projected but never fully realised fort system of the monarchy, another piece being the fort of Josefov.  Theresienstadt was named for the mother of the emperor, Maria Theresa of Austria, who reigned as archduchess of Austria in her own right from 1740 until 1780. By the end of the 19th century, the facility was obsolete as a fort; in the 20th century, the fort was used to accommodate military and political prisoners.

After Germany invaded and occupied Czechoslovakia, on June 10, 1940, the Gestapo took control of Terezín and set up a prison in the "Small Fortress", the town citadel on the east side. The first inmates arrived June 14.  By the end of the war, the small fortress had processed more than 32,000 prisoners, of whom 5,000 were female; they were imprisoned for varying sentences. The prisoners were predominantly Czech at first, and later other nationalities were imprisoned there, including Russians, Poles, Germans, and Yugoslavs. Most were political prisoners.

By November 24, 1941, the Nazis adapted the "Main Fortress" (the walled town of Theresienstadt), located on the west side of the river, as a ghetto.  Jewish survivors have recounted the extensive work they had to do for more than a year in the camp, to try to provide basic facilities for the tens of thousands of people who came to be housed there.

From 1942, the Nazis interned the Jews of Bohemia and Moravia, elderly Jews and persons of "special merit" in the Reich, and several thousand Jews from the Netherlands and Denmark. Theresienstadt thereafter became known as the destination for the Altentransporte ("elderly transports") of German Jews, older than 65.  Although in practice the ghetto, run by the SS, served as a transit camp for Jews enroute to extermination camps, it was also presented as a "model Jewish settlement" for propaganda purposes.

During a 1944 Red Cross visit, and in a propaganda film, the Nazis presented Theresienstadt to outsiders as a model Jewish settlement but it was a concentration camp. More than 33,000 inmates died as a result of malnutrition, disease, or the sadistic treatment by their captors.  Whereas some survivors claimed the prison population reached 75,000 at one time, according to official records, the highest figure reached (on September 18, 1942) was 58,491. They were crowded into barracks designed to accommodate 7,000 combat troops.

In the autumn of 1944, the Nazis began the liquidation of the ghetto, deporting more prisoners to Auschwitz and other camps; in one month, they deported 24,000 victims (about 18,000 in 11 transports between 28 September and 28 October).


Our tour started in the cemetery outside the town where we saw the individual graves, mass graves, a cenotaph for the Christians who had perished there often because either they were married to Jews or just “looked Jewish”.  As well, there is a monument to Russian soldiers who liberated the town.  In the same location was the crematorium.  That was a very grim place to visit!  Apparently, it was run 24x7 and the temperatures in it were constantly at 50’.  Many of the Jews who were forced to work there died.  They estimate over 100 bodies were incinerated daily.  From there, we went to two other buildings:  the first was where the urns were stored and the second where the bodies were prepared for cremation.  It was horrific and sobering to see it all!

The Mass Graves with a giant Menorah in the Background

The Crematorium - no photos were permitted inside it


From there we walked into the town.  Givi explained that when Terezin was built as barracks, Franz Joseph also proclaimed that Jews were equal to other people.  So, it is very ironic that all those years later it was picked as the perfect place to create a concentration camp as part of The Final Solution.  It was perfect:  not only was there housing (the barracks had never been used) but it was a walled city and on a train line that would eventually lead to Auschwitz.  Initially, young Jews were herded up and sent here to “prepare” what was promised to be a lovely town for the Jews to live.  The first “residents” were older Jews – politicians, doctors, other professionals.  It was all part of Reinhard Heydrich’s plan to eliminate the Jews.  There are a book and a movie about an assassination attempt on Heydrich.  Givi recommended the book called HHHH by Laurent Binet and both he and Anita, our Monday tour guide, recommended the movie called Anthropoid, a Czech movie released in 2016, about an assassination attempt on Heydrich.  Someone said it is available on Netflix.

The barracks are named after prominent German cities and there are, I think, 17 of them.  Women and children under 10 (boys) and 14 (girls) lived with them.  Men were separated and only permitted limited contact with them.  Once the children reached a certain age, the boys were held in one barracks and the girls in another.the town itself.  Gigi explained 

I have to say (and everyone seemed to feel the same) that the town has a very weird and eerie feeling.  In spite of people living there, it seems like a ghost town, in more ways than one!  We visited several museums - one was a replica of the barracks when they were inhabited.  The living conditions were horrific and the details Givi gave us are too awful to repeat.  Suffice it to say there was immeasurable suffering here.



There was an exhibition of how this camp was used as propaganda to show the Red Cross and Germans that the conditions in the camps were lovely.  It was supposed to be a “model” camp and when the Red Cross inspected it, there were Jews playing soccer, enjoying music and sipping coffee in cafes.  Of course, it was all staged and, immediately afterwards, those people who participated were shipped to Auschwitz.


One of the most famous stories about this camp is the woman, a graphic artist, who managed to have art supplies smuggled in and she encouraged the children to draw.  Many of those creations she hid in a suitcase under the floorboards in one of the barracks.  Later, she and her husband were sent to Auschwitz.  While she did not survive, her husband did and, once liberated, he returned to Terrezin to recover the drawings.  A novel called The Lost Wife by Alyson Richman details some of these horrors. 

One of the barracks
We viewed other museums which honoured the artists, actors and writers who were imprisoned here.  Many of the drawings were gripping in their depiction of life in the camp.





We continued on seeing the main square where the propaganda film had been made.  The director who made it was a famous German movie star and director (Jewish) so it had even more credence when it was released.  He was later sent to Auschwitz and perished one day before the death camp was liberated.

Givi gave us a lot of history and statistics which I can’t remember but need to look up.  The mind boggles by what happened here.  There was the plaque below which details some of the numbers:


The town still has a sense of evil and we couldn’t understand how anyone could live there, particularly in the barracks.  Some of them are actually rented out as apartments.  There is also a hotel (a pension, actually) where rooms overlook the crematorium and place where the urns were stored.  The hotel is now for sale.  Hard to believe anyone would want to stay there!  Givi told us the residents seem a bit strange and that he really doesn’t like the place  Who could argue with him on that!