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selkie at 05:04pm on 13/03/2005
selkie at 05:04pm on 13/03/2005So, we waited for the bus. And then we went to the Holocaust Museum. Which takes about 40 minutes, if you've ever done the collections at all, ever. I pondered whether Sophie Scholl was a baby dyke or what. Kind of inappropriate, you know, considering she got her head lopped off. But the candid photos made her look very much a baby dyke of the Weimar Republic. And, apparently, when I'm a little drunk, I lose my pronunciation, because I just say "why-mar". Sophie Scholl, this mimosa is for YOU.
My fiancee just called me a wench.
So, anyway. Holocaust Museum. I didn't break down until the Hall of Remembrance. Because, off to the side, like a little afterthought, there's the little steel cut names that say Ponary [sic] and the Ninth Fort. And it just makes me sad. And I was with my girlfriend, whom I love. So, I got all teared up. I held it together in the Tower of Faces, though. And then I thought, "is an eternal FLAME the most appropriate expression of remembrance, considering the subject matter?" But, you know.
Then we walked down the Mall, past at least six museums, we had an audience with some ducks. I think they were reflecting pool ducks, but they had moved on up to the east side. And we went to the cafe in the basement of the Museum of the Native American Indigenous Person. And, honestly, the cafe seemed far more comprehensive than the exhibits. Although, there was a nifty kayak in the storytelling area, and I really wanted a picture of myself getting harpooned. The food was yummy. It was quite as expensive as a restaurant with slightly more ambiance, but it was yummy. I had buffalo chili, and fry bread, and indian pudding and extraneously, half a cherry coke, and half a cookie. My dining companion had an indian taco. The cheese was a little too assertive for me. But the indian pudding was nummy. And then we sat around for a few minutes, as the carbs engulfed us in a warm carby haze. Then we walked back down the mall and to the metro and then I fell asleep.
The End.
My fiancee just called me a wench.
So, anyway. Holocaust Museum. I didn't break down until the Hall of Remembrance. Because, off to the side, like a little afterthought, there's the little steel cut names that say Ponary [sic] and the Ninth Fort. And it just makes me sad. And I was with my girlfriend, whom I love. So, I got all teared up. I held it together in the Tower of Faces, though. And then I thought, "is an eternal FLAME the most appropriate expression of remembrance, considering the subject matter?" But, you know.
Then we walked down the Mall, past at least six museums, we had an audience with some ducks. I think they were reflecting pool ducks, but they had moved on up to the east side. And we went to the cafe in the basement of the Museum of the Native American Indigenous Person. And, honestly, the cafe seemed far more comprehensive than the exhibits. Although, there was a nifty kayak in the storytelling area, and I really wanted a picture of myself getting harpooned. The food was yummy. It was quite as expensive as a restaurant with slightly more ambiance, but it was yummy. I had buffalo chili, and fry bread, and indian pudding and extraneously, half a cherry coke, and half a cookie. My dining companion had an indian taco. The cheese was a little too assertive for me. But the indian pudding was nummy. And then we sat around for a few minutes, as the carbs engulfed us in a warm carby haze. Then we walked back down the mall and to the metro and then I fell asleep.
The End.
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My paternal grandparents spent the war fighting Hitler in Arnhem, which you may remember from the book A Bridge Too Far. But my step mother's Mom lived in the Lodz Ghetto and lost most of her family to Auschwitz and Birkenau. I thought of them a lot after going.