This morning we traveled to Buchenwald to tour the concentration camp there. Appropriately, it was a miserable, rainy day. This was a men’s work camp, not a death camp. Yet about 56,000 people died here. It was once again a reminder of the tragedy that can be perpetrated by humans.
Our next stop was Eisleben, the birth and death city of Marin Luther. He was born in a house in which his parents rented space. He was named Martin because he was baptized on St Martin’s day at the church of Sts Peter & Paul, at the age of one day. Sixty-three years later, he returned to arbitrate a business disagreement. He was ill at the time, and died while there on this mission. He lay in state at St Andrew’s church on the market square, where there is, of course, a memorial statue of him.
After our Eisleben walking tour, we drove to Leipzig where we will stay for the next two nights.
My Dad was from this area. He was from Halle.
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