Our time in Frankfurt was limited and growing more so by the hour. We would spend just sixteen hours in the city. Over two-thirds of that time was taken up with transiting to and from the airport, checking in and out of the hotel, sleeping, repacking, and then returning to the airport for departure. The six hours we spent trying to discover Frankfurt turned into a blur. A Saturday evening and early Sunday morning were not optimum times for tourism. My friend Steve and I made the best of our limited amount of time. We wandered and window shopped the city. That brought us to the wall outside the Old Jewish Cemetery, not once, but twice. We found darkness and gloom on either side of midnight.
All the king’s men – With Charlamagne in Frankfurt
The Romerberg – Missing Persons Report
Frankfurt is one of the largest and most prosperous cities in Germany. On our final morning it did not feel that way. The lack of noise was unsettling. After Istanbul, which never went to sleep, Frankfurt felt somnolescent. I had never been in a city so quiet. Having the city to ourselves was creepy. Where was everyone at? Over 700,000 people call Frankfurt home. Several million more can be found in the surrounding area. They had all gone into hiding. The sight of a single person in the Altstadt (Old Town) was a notable occurrence. There is very little I remember of our whirlwind walk around the area, but we did take photos. These have helped me recover bits of memory about that silent Sunday morning when the Main River was as gray as the sky. We wandered through the thin mist that filled the air and hoped to see something of interest.
Soon we were standing in the Romerberg, Frankfurt’s town hall square, which has been the setting for numerous historic events, including the coronations of ten Holy Roman Emperors and the annual Frankfurt trade fairs. It was also the scene for one of the Nazi’s book burnings in a city with the world’s most famous book fair. All that was history this morning because the Romerberg was deserted. I found it difficult to imagine anything famous happening. Without people and sunshine, the Romerberg looked forlorn. There was scarcely any activity. I found it impossible to feel inspired or enthusiastic. My first morning in Germany and the only thing to greet me was a statue of Charlemagne. At least, Charlemagne was a stand in for all the missing people. That was except for the one who took a photo of Steve and I standing in front of Charlemagne’s statue.
New age – Romer (City Hall) in Frankfurt
New Age – Not So Old Europe
When I visited Frankfurt, I was living in Wall, South Dakota. A small town of 800 people on the High Plains of America. Wall was founded in 1907 and had recently celebrated its one hundredth anniversary. Europeans sometimes say that the United States does not have much history. This is a reference to its relative youth when compared to Europe. The length of American history pales in comparison to a place like Frankfurt. The city was first mentioned in 794 when Charlemagne held the Council of Frankfurt to decide religious issues of the day. The depth and breadth of history in Frankfurt dwarfed the town where I lived. Twelve hundred years of history versus one hundred years of history does not make for much of a comparison. The same can be said for the rest of America. Frankfurt is eight hundred years older than any other town in the United States. And yet, Frankfurt is also much younger.
I should have been surrounded by medieval buildings while standing in the Romerberg. Instead, the “historic buildings” had been constructed during the last half of the 20th century. Old Europe hardly existed in the Altstadt, at least not in its original form. Several of the Romerburg’s most historic looking buildings were constructed – or should I say reconstructed – in my own lifetime. That is because the Romerberg had been given the equivalent of a facelift. Between 1942 – 1944, the Allies attacked the city from the air. The Altstadt could not escape the damage. The losses were incalculable. Prior to the war, Frankfurt had the best-preserved medieval core of any German city. Its collection of half-timbered buildings was a famous draw for tourists. Medieval Frankfurt was incinerated after eight Allied bombing raids on the city. Following the war, various reconstructions of the most important buildings took place. Some these were the buildings Steve and I stood gazing at.
While it is important to keep historic buildings in good condition, from an aesthetic point of view that can be problematical. Many of the buildings on the Romerburg were stylistic throwbacks that maintained historical verisimilitude. Their aesthetic qualities were a different matter to me. The buildings made the Middle Ages look like they happened last Monday. The German rage for cleanliness, neatness, and order was on full display. Surely the original building showed some wear and tear. History was never neat or clean, but no one would know that by looking at these buildings. There was a Disney aspect to these new old buildings. An ideal that looked less like reality and more like fantasy. I am always suspicious of anything old in excellent condition. Time weathers buildings. Fresh coats of paint can cover blemishes, but beneath the makeup lies the true character of a building. There was something soulless to the point of surreal in the Romerburg.
Teutonic Twilight Zone – Romer (City Hall) on a sunny day (Credit: Thomas Wolf)
A Greater Truth – Between The Real & Unreal
Despite my misgivings about the Romerburg, I must admit that the buildings were tastefully reconstructed. I am sure they adhered as closely as possible to the originals. The Romerburg is an admirable attempt to overcome the destructive legacy of war. Frankfurt rose from the rubble, not better than ever, but newer. Reconstructions and reproductions cannot bring back the past. All they can really do is represent a semblance of it. The Romerburg was a Teutonic Twilight Zone, a place where the real and unreal were difficult to distinguish from one another. It also revealed a greater truth. The past can be recreated, but it can never be resurrected.
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