A pair of Germans within a raided French trench that had been occupied by the British. The wartime photo was taken in May 1918 at Chemin des Dames, during the Third Battle of the Aisne. If you look carefully you can spot the dead resting near them. The two Germans have treated themselves to the prizes left behind, most notably the overcoats with sergeant chevrons. The second photo was taken in October 2006 and shows what the fields look like today. #ThenAndNow
Joseph Goebbels, the infamous Nazi propaganda minister and one of Adolf Hitler's most trusted and loyal associates, is shown hatefully glaring at photographer Alfred Eisenstaedt shortly after he found out that he was Jewish. Image taken in the garden of the Carlton Hotel, near the League of Nations headquarters in Geneva, Switzerland. Circa September 1933. By all accounts Goebbels was actually really nice and cheerful to Eisenstaedt when he first met him earlier that day, and Eisenstaedt even captured a photo or two of the Nazi minister with big cheerful smiles. But later in the day, after Goebbels learned the photographer was a Jew, the cold and hateful expression you see on Goebbels's face was all that Eisenstaedt received. In his 1985 book: "Eisenstaedt on Eisenstaedt: A Self-Portrait", the photographer himself commented on the photo and also discussed how it came to be: "I found him sitting alone at a folding table on the lawn of the hotel. I photographed him from a distance without him being aware of it. As documentary reportage, the picture may have some value: it suggests his aloofness. Later I found him at the same table surrounded by aides and bodyguards. Goebbels seemed so small, while his bodyguards were huge. I walked up close and photographed Goebbels. It was horrible. He looked up at me with an expression full of hate. The result, however, was a much stronger photograph. There is no substitute for close personal contact and involvement with a subject, no matter how unpleasant it may be. He looked at me with hateful eyes and waited for me to wither. But I didn’t wither. If I have a camera in my hand, I don’t know fear." Even today we don't know exactly how Goebbels discovered Eisenstaedt was a Jew, but it's entirely possible that the photographer's own last name was what gave it away. "Eisenstädt" is a distinctly Jewish name and it's very similar to Eisenstaedt, so it's possible that Goebbels was told of Eisenstaedt's surname and he merely came to the conclusion that he was either Jewish or of a Jewish heritage. CONTINUED BELOW ⬇⬇⬇
#Rhineland#BLACKGERMANY#BASTARDS#GERMANS#BMW#ENGINEERING#HAMBURGERS#FRANKFURTERS#RACISM#AVATARZAN “Rhineland Bastard (German: Rheinlandbastard) was a derogatory term used in Nazi Germany to describe multiracial children with white, German mothers who had been fathered by Africans serving as French colonial troops during the Occupation of the Rhineland after World War I. According to Nazi racial theory, these children were considered inferior to Aryan children and consigned to compulsory sterilization.” What humans do to each other....
Palmen, Partys, Phuket!
Sechs Tage verbrachten wir auf der größten Insel Thailands und wir sind wirklich von der Vielfalt Phuket’s überrascht worden. Hatten wir doch schon einige Strände gesehen, war uns der Patong Beach, der Strand im Zentrum der Partymeile, schon nicht mehr schön genug. Zu starker Wellengang, zu rascher Einstieg ins Meer und viel zu viele Pauschaltouristen. Deshalb liehen wir uns zwei Tage einen Roller um die Insel zu erkunden. Es war die richtige Entscheidung. Wir sahen den wohl schönsten Sonnenuntergang an einem der unangetasteten Strände auf unserer bisherigen Reise. Erkundeten alleine in Phuket fünf Strände und jeder hatte seine Besonderheit. Wir waren begeistert wie arg doch das Wasser bei der Ebbe zurückgeht und welche Gesteine zum Vorschein kommen. Aber auch das Nachtleben in Phuket sucht bisher seines Gleichen. Riesige Clubs sammeln sich in der Bangla Road, die Straße für Partygänger schlecht hin. Hier knüpften wir schnell einen engen Kontakt mit Freunden aus Italien und Singapur, mit denen wir zwei Tage reisten. Natürlich macht dieses Nachtleben auch nicht im zehnköpfigen Hostelzimmer halt. Betrunkene Menschen stolpern früh morgens in dein Zimmer und bleiben einfach am Boden liegen. Unsere Rucksäcke können ein Lied davon singen - wir denken ihr könnt euch das Dilemma ausmalen.
Wischt noch kurz feucht raus im Zimmer B3: @unserumweg