Posted on 03/15/2005 12:05:52 AM PST by franksolich
Last week I got the giggles, courtesy of the Nazis. I was checking in as the first, and possibly last, Jew to be a guest at a beautiful, new $185 million InterContinental Resort Hotel at, er, Berchtesgaden - Hitler's beloved holiday home in the German Alps, near the Austrian border.
Pristine and modern, it is a complete contrast to the standard cuckoo-clocks-and-Eva-Braun's-knickers twee Alpine hotel style, the jewel in the crown of the British InterContinental Hotel Group.
It's stylistically cool to the point of being a bit chilly. There's even a little style joke in the lobby - the mandatory display of animal antlers, but made of modishly twisted shiny metal. The Berchtesgaden InterContinental is painfully trendy - and there's no hint of wiener schnitzel on the restaurant menu. In the spa there are rooms for different massage techniques, plus one marked Meditation, where you can think things over while staring at a large crystal that changes colour.
Perhaps the InterContinental management should spend an hour or two in the Meditation room, because they're suffering corporate stress as the press sniggers at their courageous - or foolhardy - decision to stick a huge, expensive hotel in a town with a PR problem.
Berchtesgaden was more than just somewhere that the Fuehrer liked putting on his lederhosen, taking the air, walking the german shepherds and watching old movies. A mountainous peninsula of Bavaria that is surrounded, with duly ponderous symbolism, by his native Austria, Hitler cast it as the embodiment of the whole Germanic Volk myth, and hence the spiritual home of the National Socialist German Workers' Party.
Berchtesgaden was where he dictated much of Mein Kampf, received world leaders and directed much of the course of world history, Holocaust included. It often served as the Third Reich's principal seat of government.
Even the mountains were tainted. On top of one, Martin Bormann, Hitler's disgusting little private secretary - a Nazi so rank and servile that even Hermann Goering referred to him as "the dirty pig" - built Hitler, as a 50th birthday present, a summer house, the Eagle's Nest, unaware that he was terrified of heights. Hitler rarely went there. It is now a restaurant.
At Berchtesgaden, as many as 5000 "Hitler wetter", as the fans were called, would spend hours gawping with binoculars in the hope of a glimpse of moustache. If they got lucky and the leader passed by, they would scrabble to gather the stones on which his flat feet had fallen.
It's worse for the hotel management than even that dodgy CV suggests. The InterContinental isn't just in the vicinity of Berchtesgaden - it is carefully sited above the town, at a hamlet called Obersalzberg, which was the epicentre of Nazi Berchtesgaden. The hotel is, in fact, in Hitler's back garden, on the precise spot where Bormann and Goering had their own villas.
Whereas Berchtesgaden is a standard Alpine town, Obersalzberg is Nazi Central. Neo-Nazis still like to leave wreaths on Hitler's birthday. See that golf club? That was Bormann's farm. The building being turned into a restaurant? That was Albert Speer's office.
If there is such a thing as land poisoned by its history, Obersalzberg has to be up there with Dachau and Auschwitz, the Gulag, Bhopal and Tiananmen Square - none of which have attempted to build a luxury resort bang on the very spot where the action took place.
In its defence, management points out that before Hitler, Berchtesgaden was a respectable mountain resort as popular with Jews as anyone. The scenery is exquisite. Salzburg, where the Von Trapp family lived, is only a short way across the Austrian border, and it's hard not to start humming Climb Ev'ry Mountain as you grind up the 1:4 gradient to Obersalzberg.
InterContinental's proudly proclaimed slogan is as marvellous an example as you'll find of what a group of not very bright people can do when they put their minds to it: "It's not just a peak. It's a treat." The hotel chain's magazine, Highstyle, describes the resort as "a cosy spot for a display of thigh-slapping local dancing", and a nearby valley as "a particularly fine spot for yodelling".
Until the moment I checked into the hotel I, too, was in a Sound of Music frame of mind. It was only at the reception that the tunes changed. Suddenly I was whistling Springtime for Hitler, from Mel Brooks' The Producers - and Springtime for Hitler is subtitled A Gay Romp with Adolf and Eva at Berchtesgaden. It's only when you're handing over your credit card in Hitler's back garden that InterContinental's attempt to rebrand Berchtesgaden - an enterprise not unlike Max Bialystock's brainwave in The Producers of staging a Hitler musical - seems on the stupid side.
The joke of Springtime for Hitler was that it was meant to be a tax loss. The InterContinental Berchtesgaden, by contrast, is a serious attempt to make money. As I was going to my room, I started on the lyrics for the opening song to my follow-up to The Producers. Titled The Hoteliers, a chorus of brown-suited bellhops sing: "We're the Volk who burned the Reichstag / But be sure and have a nice Tag," ... and that's as far as I got before sitting on my bed and wondering what exactly I was doing here.
Was it creepy to sleep in Hitler's garden? To be honest, you sort of forget about it. The rooms are luxurious and I had a magnificent dinner and slept like a top. The few guests were all German and all a wee bit shy about being there. The consensus is that the Bavarian Alps desperately needed a quality hotel because the tourist trade needs all the help it can get. The Germans themselves - and I am a genuine fan of modern Germany - have done everything they can to facilitate InterContinental's rebranding enterprise.
Jewish groups have been brought in to advise on the project. Some have been guardedly pro-resort, others - notably the Simon Wiesenthal Centres - vociferously anti.
But there is little of the Don't Mention the War syndrome in these parts - it's actually difficult to stop people referring to it. The Bavarian government has built a superb little museum near the hotel, and it's well patronised. It uses audio-guiding technology boldly stamped Made in Israel. And Berchtesgaden people tend to be doughty advocates of the Jewish state. When the Israeli bobsleigh team, known as the Frozen Chosen, were in town they were cheered to the rafters by locals.
The hotel does its corporate best not to shy away from the obvious. In every bedside cabinet is a 600-page volume on the history of Nazism and the region - Die todliche Utopie (The Deadly Utopia). All staff, even the cleaners, had police checks to root out Nazi and neo-Nazi connections. Even the InterContinental's business model has been designed, so the management says, to exclude the dread possibility of a neo-Nazi group managing to book it for a convention - the price mechanism has been used to see off this ugly scenario: rooms start at $400 and suites $4000.
But last week was still a tough one for Jorg Bockeler, the InterContinental's general manager.
First came a possible intervention from the spectre of Adolf - on opening day, the Berchtesgaden region experienced the second-coldest temperature ever recorded in Germany, -43.6C. Then a German journalist observed that "the shower-heads in the hotel rooms are remarkably similar to the fake ones used in the Dachau gas chambers".
This remark was enough to send Bockeler into near-apoplexy. "These shower-heads were first used at the Savoy 104 years ago," he says. "It's a pathetic comparison. InterContinental is aware that this hotel is built on sensitive ground, but we believe the time is right to move on, in terms of tourism, and we do so with integrity and transparency."
"So, who is staying at the Berchtesgaden," I ask Herr Bockeler. "It's a lovely place but I can't quite imagine spending my holidays here."
"At the moment," said the harassed manager, "bookings are extremely strong, but it's 98 per cent Germans, Austrians and Swiss."
Later, when Austrian sommelier Thomas Breitweiser shows me his fine cellar, he says: "There's no question it's a really nice place. The only trouble is, yeah, Hitler was here. That could be a problem."
Never mind that...who green-lighted this at corporate? Basil Fawlty?
The mountain isn't evil, the Berchtesgaden isn't evil. It is time to grow up and realize that evil and the potential for evil only exists in the heart of men.
You are of course correct, but it is difficult to disassociate men from places.
It would have seemed better to just leave the place alone in solitude, to revert back to its original natural state, until eons have passed, and the blood such Germans shed throughout their history have been washed away.
True...but it provides great material to shut any German down immediately. When you have a run-in with them (and if you live in Germany you will eventually have one), just flash the Hitler salute. I prefer the the 45 degree angle salute while putting my left index finger across my upper lip for effect!
Really? I suppose the American GIs who vacationed there in an Army R and R center are equally reprehensible? Or the Americans who frequented the American owned and operated former SS resort on the Chiemsee?
The Germans have wholly owned up to their history which is more than can be said for the Japanese. And more than can be said of many Americans who fail to insist that the Russians and Soviets be held to the same standard of mass murder because to do so would not advance their Weltanshaaun and might even set back the cause of socialism.
The very idea that Germany must pay a forfeit of its most lovely vacation area in perpetuity at a cost to generation after generation of people who were not even alive during the holocaust is absurd. This exact spot was not considered radioactive when our troops used it beginning in 1945 and it should not be sacrificed to someone's agenda 60 years later.
In my town in Bavaria the local church has an architecturally interesting rectory. I was amused to learn that in the post war period it was used as an American army officers' Poof (whorehouse.) Let us not require of the Germans a standard we would not impose on ourselves.
I suppose all the English castles, French estates, all the buildings of Rome, etc. should fall under this fate as well then?
I suppose the tour of Auschwitz that I took years ago should never have happened either. We should have let that place rot and revert back to its original state.
In my two tours in Germany I stayed at the US resorts in Berchesgaden, Chimsee, and Garmisch. All the hotels (then) were properties associated with the German military or the Nazis and were appropriated by the Americans after the war. Some hotels were former hospitals, some were hotels for Nazi bigwigs, one, the General Patton in Garmisch, was a former Germany Army officers club. I'm sure that many Jewish members of the US military have stayed at these hotels over the years.
The Americans no longer have these properties. Berchesgaden and Chimsee were closed and the property given back to the Germans. In Garmisch a new hotel/resort complex was built, the old German buildings were getting hard to keep up. All the old facilities have now been returned to the German government.
I think Chiemsee was used as a retreat to produce the Lebensborn ; a product of such a coupling is known to me.
My point is that this cottage industry of bashing Germans two generations removed from the sins of the fathers is usually motivated by a modern agenda. It smacks of racism and it is tolerated against the Germans when it would never be permitted on these threads when directed against Jews or Africans or Indians.
For some reason, I find it distasteful that one would "vacation," have a good time, in a place where all these men relaxed, feasted, laughed, sipped fine wines, and had a generally pleasant time while conspiring to kill tens of millions.
I have a strong stomach, but I also have the gut feeling that if I happened to be in the same place where such crimes were planned in such an atmosphere of merriment, I would lose the contents of the stomach all over that blood-drenched soil.
Visiting the location of a concentration camp, where the murders actually occurred, is something entirely different; it is as if visiting a cemetery so as to pay respects to the dead, the victims.
But to make jolly and merriment where these monsters once made jolly and merriment, reels the mind. I am sure that Germany--and more so other countries--have places crammed with mountains and wonderful scenery with no such odious connections.
And as for other places where terror and murder had been planned, which includes just about every castle in England, every sod house in Nebraska, one has to remember the magnitude.
There is quite a difference between a 900-year-old castle where perhaps 10 murders took place over the centuries, and someplace where the murders of millions was planned, and carried out, in a mere 12 years.
You really do that? Man, this makes your behaviour and the point you may have had ridiculous. Showing the Nazi salute in a dialogue with a German makes every German immediately stopping to talk to you. From that moment on, you knocked yourself out.
I have slept in former SS baracks at the KZ Buchenwald, which are nowadays a Youth Hostel as a part of the Information Center. Classes can stay there for a few days and intensively explore the KZ. Of course, no teacher brings students under the age of 16 there. The uncomfortable feeling is intended. Sometimes you forget it - e.g. when you are eating, talking, but soon you get the feeling back, every time you look at the KZ gate, the Blood Road or the buildings. In the case of the InterConti Hotel it is different, but I could imagine to stay there for a week: 1 or 2 days informing myself about the history of the place, and then enjoying the nature. Life goes on. We have to pay respect to the victims of the Nazi past, but we shouldn´t live in shame.
You surely have a point here. Maybe its because Africans, Jews or Indians are not that much of a competitor.
Do you know whether there´re still facilities in Garmisch-Partenkirchen? The Steuben Hotel is definitely still in American hands, but what about the restricted area?
If I was Ward Churchill I'd go there and order a pastrami on rye. Then I'd look at the paintings on the wall and see if any were worth copying.
I don't know what facilities are available in Garmsich. I did not know the Von Stueben (my favorite hotel) was still in US hands. I did know that the Patton and the McNair had been given back.
AFRC Garmisch has a web site. It is http://www.afrceurope.com/
You must be retired, yes?
You know, you're right about the murals, I had forgotten about them. I don't think the US sold the facility back to the Germans. I remember reading about it in an AF Retiree Newsletter. From what it said, we just gave them back.
No, I´m a German having spent several Christmas holidays in Partenkirchen - and I was always curious about the American facilities. :-)
Oh, the Steuben Hotel has also closed - on April 15 2003 during the Iraq war. Well, at least many people have good memories about their stay.
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