I was up early again. I seem to have gotten myself in to some sort of pattern that I am unable to break. This does not bode well for my night life. Still, I hung out at the hostel for some time because they have a really good breakfast and I didn’t want to miss it.
After about 2 hours on the train I got off in
The actual town of
I found the museum, the
The main exhibit was well done, but exceedingly sad. Just like at
HG Wells said “every intelligent person in the world knew that disaster was impending and knew no way to avoid it.” This quote was at the beginning of the exhibit. Every angle of the war was discussed quite deeply. I think that it would take all day to read everything they had on offer. I just sort of read bits and pieces though, much of it was either very crowded, something I already knew, or just really sad. I did learn about the experiences of refugees, nurses, soldiers and towns people despite my skipping around.
WWI was interesting for well, lots of reasons. However what this museum pointed out was that technology had long out stripped strategy. Most of the war was confined to trenches and gaining ground always came at a high cost of life and was never very much ground. During one Christmas many soldiers laid down their weapons and made peace for the night. They shared cigarettes and food and sung silent night in their own languages. Apparently because the trenches were so close it wasn’t odd for soldiers to have conversations with each other over no mans land while waiting for new instructions.
One room had a simulated raid on a trench. I could hear bombs and screams in different languages. I didn’t stay for the whole thing. At the end of the museum they discussed rebuilding the city and refugees. Apparently people came back earlier then they were meant to and ended up living in bombed out buildings for quite some time.
I was feeling pretty down when I left. Still, I think that its important to remember these things.
When I arrived I was really shocked that there was almost no one there. I was glad that I had gone. Over a loud speaker the names ever the men buried there were being read aloud. Most of the headstones were for unknown solders, or sometimes they would just know what country they came from. They were all so young. It was a sad trip, but I think it was worthwhile.
Back at the hostel I made myself some dinner and spent a bit of time writing in my journal. I was hoping to run into Anke and Carola, but didn’t see them. I was tired anyway and simply called it an early night after reading for a bit.