|Leading attraction -
Old City Hall
|The column gives name
of the place: Marienplatz
|In reality the city hall
front of it
|New City Hall, destroyed in WW2
Special local trait
- double onions
|Residence of Kings, sounds of opera
heard in the court. I had no time!
|We also love it|
|King Ludwig I||One get tired of all monumental things.
Small niceties: artists and may pole in market
|Promenade for buyers. It is usual day time,
but close to season of gifts. Gate leads to
|Karlplatz after king Karl,
but people prefer informal name: Stachus
|Ludwig I again:
street, Arch, church,
Univ. with bikers
|Theater church on
the other end of
Hall. These generals participated
in Napoleonic wars on both sides(1) and also
in 30 Years war (2).
Alas! This street leads to a born place of Nazism.
Here in front of General's Hall, was a "Beer Putsch".
|Propylea leading to
|Again Nazism even in
|Museum quarter also.
Here infamous Munich
agreements were signed.
|Also Ancient collection||Still another war: Napoleon forced
Bavaria to join him against Russia in 1812.
30 000 did not return. The same quarter.
Joseph Brodsky, owner of Nobel prize for Russian literature and US poet-laureate, called in one of short poems Munich "city, from which death spread away on the school map". To be honest, even in the middle of seeing something beautiful it suddenly springs to mind. Especially, if you are Jewish.
Ludwig II loved Wagner a lot, invested/throw away a lot of money for Opera, castles and Wagner himself. But Wagner was not just Anti-Semite. Conductor Aranovich found in Wagner Museum artifacts that are usually not shown. W explained sense of his music in some operas as a black Mass to purify Jesus from all Jewish. In one of theaters W found that violinist V was Jewish. W and administration signed a contract.
All conditions were met. Worth to know that the first wife of W was Jewish, he turned to A-S after her death.
In 1918 Munich turned a victim to a communist
revolution for a short time. Hitler, may his name be blotted, chose the city
for living. In 1923 he made an attempt
to catch power. He was imprisoned, but let go after 1 year instead of
5. He seemed less dangerous than Commies or something else. He left the prison
with new connections and his infamous book. He obtained a great majority in
Bavaria later on. AH proclaimed Munich a capital of Nazi movement.
As far as he ascended to power he organized a first camp near Munich and very close to small suburban town Dachau. All awful things that were invented were tried first there (go up and to page of visit Dachau).
Britain and France opened the way to WW2 by signing Munich agreements also here! In the building opposite to Nazi headquarters, see above. And even good thing like Olympiad turned into bloodshed in1972, see known Spielberg movie "Munich". On the white side there was an opposition underground movement White Rose in the Munich University. Members were caught and executed.
Some buildings in the city are very beautiful, some a bit too big and trying to impress, after a sigh-seeing tour on a double-decker bus, I suddenly felt very depressed. It is purely psychological, of course, I am sure...Today there are kosher places, big Jewish center with mostly Russian speaking people, the life goes on.
Understand me correctly - there are a lot of fine places, good climate, excellent transportation, a lot of culture, nature (Alps nearby), industry and agriculture.
In the city lived: Patrick
Süskind, Thomas Mann
I found also a connection to the previous visit abroad - Greece. Great European powers helped Greeks to get free from Turks, but did not allow them to set a Republic. They themselves were not necessarily like this in the year 1831. So, Greeks invited a King from Denmark, but got at the end prince Otto, son of Ludwig I of Bavaria. At the end the prince was forced to return to his motherland, he agreed with former Queen to talk Greek two hours daily.
From here go to the Museum page or to Dachau page, depending on your mood.
|Иосиф Бродский||Joseph Brodsky|
мостовая блестит, как чешуя на карпе,
на столетнем каштане оплывают тугие свечи,
и чугунный лес скучает по пылкой речи.
Сквозь оконную марлю, выцветшую от стирки,
проступают ранки гвоздики и стрелки кирхи;
вдалеке дребезжит трамвай, как во время оно,
но никто не сходит больше у стадиона.
Настоящий конец войны -- это на тонкой спинке
венского стула платье одной блондинки,
да крылатый полет серебристой жужжащей пули,
уносящей жизни на Юг в июле.
In the little town out of which death sprawled over the classroom map the cboblestones shine like scales that coat a carp, on the secular chestnut tree melting candles hung, and a cast-iorn lion pines for a good harangue. Through the much laundered, pale window gauze woundlike carnations and kirchen needles ooze; a tram rattles far off, as in days of yore, but no one gets off at the stadium any more. The real end of the war is a sweet blonde's frock across a Viennese armchair's fragile back while the humming winged silver bullets fly, taking lives southward, in mid-July.