Walking through a nightmare.

[**The following is taken from a memoir of Irmgard A. Hunt, who grew up in the mountains under Hitler’s Eagles Nest during the Second World War.**] >In the early morning of a luminous summer day we finally arrived in the city of Regensburg on the Danube. The waiting room stank and offered no food, so Mutti [**German: Mom**] decided that we would walk into the city and try to reach [the famous ancient cathedral](https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/6f/Regensburg_cathedral_front.jpg) that she had admired years before. The luggage storage was open and functional, and we set off unencumbered by suitcases. >But where we expected to see lovely streets of an ancient city we saw devastation. Barely believing my eyes, I stared at a whole street turned to rubble by bombs. Gaping holes where rooms should have been opened onto the pale morning sky. I felt I was walking through a nightmare and realized how sheltered we were from all this in our mountains. ________________________________ **Source:** Hunt, Irmgard A. “A Weary Interlude in Selb.” On Hitler’s Mountain: Overcoming the Legacy of a Nazi Childhood. New York: Harper Collins Publishers, 2005. 145. Print. _______________________________ **Further Reading:** [Castra-Regina (Regensburg) / Ratisbon](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Regensburg) [Danube](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Danube) [Dom St. Peter or Regensburger Dom (Regensburg Cathedral)](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Regensburg_Cathedral)