Glory and Tragedy
Friday, June 16th, 2000, dawned with clear blue skies and warm Föhn blowing from across the Isar. The two weeks I had spent with Beth and Joel had been truly refreshing, for it had been years since I had toured some of the elegant landmarks in my city. We had marveled at the Residenz, the Deutsches Museum, several of the larger art galleries, the BMW museum, and the full collection of churches: Alter Peter, the Frauenkirche, the Theatinerkirche, the Asamkirche, and St. Michael Kirche. We had lounged in the Englischer Garten and taken a sobering trip through the concentration camp at Dachau. And our castle tour had reawakened my pride for my people. Though King Ludwig had not been a full Teuton, records asserted that his blood had been at Teutonic levels.
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