If there was a universal psychiatric center to provide therapy
for the nations of the world---and, beloved reader, Let's
Go is not for a moment suggesting that this would be a good
thing---Germany would have been a guest on its couch long
ago and immediately diagnosed with a hopeless case of multiple
personality disorder. One day in the country is all you'll
need to verify this assessment. Towering Gothic masterpieces
stare down raver enclaves and glossy nightclubs; Roman ruins
share horizons with the ultra-modern glass-and-steel homes
of some of the world's most influential corporate headquarters;
heart-rendingly picturesque half-timbered villages peer over
placid green hilltops at World War remnants and hulking blocks
of pre-fab Socialist architecture. Even the landscape can
only be described as schizophrenic; majestic snow-capped Alps
in the south are balanced by sandy beaches and mud flats in
the north, with windswept heath fields, sprawling lake plains,
the castle-dotted valleys of the Rhine and the Mosel, and
enchanting forests like the legendary Schwarzwald (Black Forest)
all jostling for attention somewhere in between. Grim-faced
businessman, transacting the financial affairs of the world
by day, give way to purple-haired ecstasy enthusiasts and
Germany's assertive and party-happy gay population by night.
Some of Europe's most intense hikers and bikers bump elbows
at falafel stands and beer gardens with the huge Turkish minority.
The nation's fractured psyche is only further disoriented
by the legacy of Goethe, Bach, Luther, Beethoven, von Bismarck,
and Atari Teenage Riot---but we think you get the picture.
Make a house call. Discover Germany.