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Wahnfried, and I cannot rid myself of Hitler - Andrea Gibbons
Sun shining and blue skies and birds singing as I walked through the lovely Richard Wagner Park to Wahnfried. Following in footsteps I know to Richard Wagner’s home, to Cosima Wagner’s home, to a haven for Hitler. I still hope none of that dust clung to my shoes. Wahnfried, this horrible straightjacketed place of immense … Continue reading Wahnfried, and I cannot rid myself of Hitler →