This looks interesting.
“Time heals all wounds, they say,” Krüger writes sadly. “But is that really true? Doesn’t it open up new wounds that never heal?”
The Broken House: Growing up under Hitler by Horst Krüger Bodley Head £14.99
First published in West Germany in 1966, Krüger’s memoir has been described as one of the most evocative books about life in the Third Reich. Short, self-lacerating and exquisitely written, it is the story of a young man who was neither an enthusiastic Nazi nor a committed dissenter, but simply an ordinary middle-class German. It’s also the portrait of a particular social stratum: the people of Krüger’s native Eichkamp: “upright, hard-working bourgeois families, a bit limited and narrow, lower middle class, with the horrors of the First World war and the anxieties of inflation behind them.” They were “good Germans”, and they knew it. They were “those harmless Germans who were never Nazis and without whom the Nazis would never have been able to do their work. That’s the point.”
— from the review in The Times 30-5-21
The article was accompanied by this bizarre picture from 1935.
is this in colour because it was shot in colour? or was it colorised? i don't know! how you can tell? but in any case the expressions on the faces of the boys are priceless.. the second boy from the left looks like he could just pull out his Glück and put a bullet into your head but the boy to the left to him looks like he is about to either burst into tears or poo his pants. maybe he is self-conscious because he is the only one with bare legs?