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»Mama, bitte lern Deutsch«: Unser Eingliederungsversuch in eine geschlossene Gesellschaft

The Nine: The True Story of a Band of Women Who Survived the Worst of Nazi Germany

Stay Away from Gretchen: Eine unmögliche Liebe

Tunnel 29: The True Story of an Extraordinary Escape Beneath the Berlin Wall

Invitation from a Dictator (Sebastian Wolff #3)

The Nuremberg Women: The Untold Story of the Eight Women Who Brought the Nazis to Justice

Elternabend: Kein Thriller (Auch wenn der Titel nach Horror klingt!)

Die Känguru-Rebellion (Die Känguru-Chroniken, #5)

Every Man for Himself and God Against All: A Memoir

Am Samstag gehen die Mädchen in den Wald und jagen Sachen in die Luft

Prisoners of the Castle: An Epic Story of Survival and Escape from Colditz, the Nazis' Fortress Prison

The Nazi Conspiracy: The Secret Plot to Kill Roosevelt, Stalin, and Churchill

Das können wir uns nicht leisten: Was es bedeutet, in Deutschland arm zu sein

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“ Morning comes. I go to my class. There sit the little ones with folded arms. In their eyes is still all the shy astonishment of the childish years. They look up at me so trustingly, so believingly - and suddenly I get a spasm over the heart. Here I stand before you, one of the hundreds of thousands of bankrupt men in whom the war destroyed every belief and almost every strength. Here I stand before you, and see how much more alive, how much more rooted in life you are than I. Here I stand and Morning comes. I go to my class. There sit the little ones with folded arms. In their eyes is still all the shy astonishment of the childish years. They look up at me so trustingly, so believingly - and suddenly I get a spasm over the heart. Here I stand before you, one of the hundreds of thousands of bankrupt men in whom the war destroyed every belief and almost every strength. Here I stand before you, and see how much more alive, how much more rooted in life you are than I. Here I stand and must now be your teacher and guide. What should I teach you? Should I tell you that in twenty years you will be dried-up and crippled, maimed in your freest impulses, all pressed mercilessly into the selfsame mold? Should I tell you that all the learning, all culture, all science is nothing but hideous mockery, so long as mankind makes war in the name of God and humanity with gas, iron, explosive and fire? What should I teach you then, you little creatures who alone have remained unspotted by the terrible years? What am I able to teach you then? Should I tell you how to pull the string of a hand grenade, how best to throw it at a human being? Should I show you how to stab a man with a bayonet, how to fell him with a club, how to slaughter him with a spade? Should I demonstrate how best to aim a rifle at such an incomprehensible miracle as a breathing breast, a living heart? Should I explain to you what tetanus is, what a broken spine is, and what a shattered skull? Should I describe to you what brains look like when they scatter about? What crushed bones are like - and intestines when they pour out? Should I mimic how a man with a stomach wound will groan, how one with a lung wound gurgles and one with a head wound whistles? More I do not know. More I have not learned. Should I take you the brown-and-green map there, move my finger across it and tell you that here love was murdered? Should I explain to you that the books you hold in your hands are but nets with which men design to snare your simple souls, to entangle you in the undergrowth of find phrases, and in the barbed wire of falsified ideas? I stand here before you, a polluted, a guilty man and can only implore you ever to remain as you are, never to suffer the bright light of your childhood to be misused as a blow flame of hate. About your brows still blows the breath of innocence. How then should I presume to teach you? Behind me, still pursuing, are the bloody years. - How then can I venture among you? Must I not first become a man again myself? ...more ”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Road Back

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“ ... We had suddenly learned to see. And we saw that there was nothing of their world left. We were all at once terribly alone; and alone we must see it through. ”
― Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front

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