Eastern / Meditation

Lent 2020 – Corona-virus Lock down Diary

The owl. Begin of spring.

I have been silent for a while for various reasons, so I’ll start again sharing my Lenten “promise” again this year here. This is a special year, it might be the last lent for me, for us, for my father, for my son. Who knows, we are in gods hand now.

We are a family of three generations in lock-down living on two different locations now. My father still takes care of himself, but since he will with his age unlikely survive hospitalization, I have been doing shopping and other logistics for him since begin of February and “self isolated” him. He understands that he needs to be in self quarantine, and we all understand the we take with any action potential death and life decisions for the three others.

03/20 2020 The announcement

Social life has been shutdown the last days, school, libraries, university and the astronomy observatory are closed now. Some test of my son were canceled, and the next “semester”  of him and me enrolled as a guest student might not really open on time.

From today Midnight a Corona-virus lock down will be in effect. Rumors flew earlier so me and my wife took extra time visiting the park when we walked the dog in the morning. The owl was awake, swans start breeding and making a point who is in charge under the other birds. Its really a strange mood.

03/21 2020 1st lock-down day

Day 1 Magnolia freezing

The first day. A miserable gray day. My Magnolia, which opened most of its blossoms after a few nice days too early, is freezing and suffering in the rain and a cold spell. 

As usual, Lent means for me no meat, no alcohol, no cheese, no sweets.  So this year I decided (again), that I will not think unkindly of others for the season of Lent. This year I will succeed. I know. This year we will survive, I hope.

Churches have been closed too, The benedictine monastery, which I often visited for service or weekend retreats offers in addition to podcasts now live video streaming of the services, also the special service of the St. Benedict today. St. Ottilien christened in a way this site.

I am very pleased with the live video streaming, its better than just podcasts. The monks are way faster and sophisticated than our two universities in the city, despite their “excellence status” which  guarantees better funding.

03/22 2020  4th Lent Sunday St. Ottilien

4-SundayLent2020 St. Ottilien

I attended today’s first live video streaming of the St. Ottilien Sunday Service. That’s a GREAT symbolic move, that the church is present in the need and more important than a hair cut (not closed before the lock down). Proud of the digital monks, really.

This Sunday was formerly called “Laetare Sunday” since its mood and theme was one of hope and rejoicing that Easter was near.The vestments worn by the celebrant are rose-colored, not violet. The first reading is first Book of Samuel 16:1b, 6-7, 10-13a,l. The second reading from the Letter of St. Paul to the Ephesians 5:8-14 is particularly fitting today because the darkness-light theme indicates believer must leave darkness. The Gospel reading, John 9:1-41 was reflected in the sermon, that everybody has a beautiful face, everybody counts.

Sun comes out and warms the plants expecting spring weather. So far we are doing good. Well, being mostly an introvert I am fine with the Bavarian soft lock down. Lots of reading and astronomy when the nights are clear. Walking the dog in the park. We have enough food and epidemic essentials. My family was claiming, that I am panicking, but I followed Italy, China events closely (and crunched numbers  believing nothing told) and mitigated the risks based on my analysis. So far.

03/23 2020 3rd lock-down day

Empty Park

A shortened life – Magnolia after two nights snow and cold

It was a sunny cold winter day, but we went visiting the park anyway. When we walked the dog in the morning, we found the owl was sleeping. The park was almost empty.

“There’s a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.” – Leonard Cohen was the theme of the 2019 Christmas Sermon. Is it?

Coming back I saw the damage two freezing nights and snow had done to the plants. The air is crystal clear though.

03/27 2020  Friday, one week lock down

“An Extraordinary Prayer in the Time of Pandemic.”

Pope Francis delivered today over Internet a dramatic solitary service for relief from the Covid-19 #coronavirus pandemic. In his meditation, the Pope reflects on Jesus’ words to His disciples: “Why are you afraid? Have you no faith? Pope Francis meditated on the calming of the storm from the Gospel of Mark:

“When evening had come” (Mk 4:35). The Gospel passage we have just heard begins like this. For weeks now it has been evening. Thick darkness has gathered over our squares, our streets and our cities; it has taken over our lives, filling everything with a deafening silence and a distressing void, that stops everything as it passes by; we feel it in the air, we notice in people’s gestures, their glances give them away. We find ourselves afraid and lost. Like the disciples in the Gospel we were caught off guard by an unexpected, turbulent storm. We have realized that we are on the same boat, all of us fragile and disoriented, but at the same time important and needed, all of us called to row together, each of us in need of comforting the other. On this boat… are all of us. Just like those disciples, who spoke anxiously with one voice, saying “We are perishing” (v. 38), so we too have realized that we cannot go on thinking of ourselves, but only together can we do this.

“Alone in the Time of Pandemic.”

It is easy to recognize ourselves in this story. What is harder to understand is Jesus’ attitude. While his disciples are quite naturally alarmed and desperate, he stands in the stern, in the part of the boat that sinks first. And what does he do? In spite of the tempest, he sleeps on soundly, trusting in the Father; this is the only time in the Gospels we see Jesus sleeping. When he wakes up, after calming the wind and the waters, he turns to the disciples in a reproaching voice: “Why are you afraid? Have you no faith?” (v. 40).

Let us try to understand. In what does the lack of the disciples’ faith consist, as contrasted with Jesus’ trust? They had not stopped believing in him; in fact, they called on him. But we see how they call on him: “Teacher, do you not care if we perish?” (v. 38). Do you not care: they think that Jesus is not interested in them, does not care about them. One of the things that hurts us and our families most when we hear it said is: “Do you not care about me?” It is a phrase that wounds and unleashes storms in our hearts. It would have shaken Jesus too. Because he, more than anyone, cares about us. Indeed, once they have called on him, he saves his disciples from their discouragement.

The storm exposes our vulnerability and uncovers those false and superfluous certainties around which we have constructed our daily schedules, our projects, our habits and priorities. It shows us how we have allowed to become dull and feeble the very things that nourish, sustain and strengthen our lives and our communities. The tempest lays bare all our prepackaged ideas and forgetfulness of what nourishes our people’s souls; all those attempts that anesthetize us with ways of thinking and acting that supposedly “save” us, but instead prove incapable of putting us in touch with our roots and keeping alive the memory of those who have gone before us. We deprive ourselves of the antibodies we need to confront adversity.

In this storm, the façade of those stereotypes with which we camouflaged our egos, always worrying about our image, has fallen away, uncovering once more that (blessed) common belonging, of which we cannot be deprived: our belonging as brothers and sisters.

“Why are you afraid? Have you no faith?” Lord, your word this evening strikes us and regards us, all of us. In this world, that you love more than we do, we have gone ahead at breakneck speed, feeling powerful and able to do anything. Greedy for profit, we let ourselves get caught up in things, and lured away by haste. We did not stop at your reproach to us, we were not shaken awake by wars or injustice across the world, nor did we listen to the cry of the poor or of our ailing planet. We carried on regardless, thinking we would stay healthy in a world that was sick. Now that we are in a stormy sea, we implore you: “Wake up, Lord!”.

Urging the world to see the crisis as a test of solidarity and a reminder of basic values.

“Why are you afraid? Have you no faith?” Lord, you are calling to us, calling us to faith. Which is not so much believing that you exist, but coming to you and trusting in you. This Lent your call reverberates urgently: “Be converted!”, “Return to me with all your heart” (Joel 2:12). You are calling on us to seize this time of trial as a time of choosing. It is not the time of your judgement, but of our judgement: a time to choose what matters and what passes away, a time to separate what is necessary from what is not. It is a time to get our lives back on track with regard to you, Lord, and to others. We can look to so many exemplary companions for the journey, who, even though fearful, have reacted by giving their lives. This is the force of the Spirit poured out and fashioned in courageous and generous self-denial. It is the life in the Spirit that can redeem, value and demonstrate how our lives are woven together and sustained by ordinary people – often forgotten people – who do not appear in newspaper and magazine headlines nor on the grand catwalks of the latest show, but who without any doubt are in these very days writing the decisive events of our time: doctors, nurses, supermarket employees, cleaners, caregivers, providers of transport, law and order forces, volunteers, priests, religious men and women and so very many others who have understood that no one reaches salvation by themselves. In the face of so much suffering, where the authentic development of our peoples is assessed, we experience the priestly prayer of Jesus: “That they may all be one” (Jn 17:21). How many people every day are exercising patience and offering hope, taking care to sow not panic but a shared responsibility. How many fathers, mothers, grandparents and teachers are showing our children, in small everyday gestures, how to face up to and navigate a crisis by adjusting their routines, lifting their gaze and fostering prayer. How many are praying, offering and interceding for the good of all. Prayer and quiet service: these are our victorious weapons.

“Why are you afraid? Have you no faith”? Faith begins when we realise we are in need of salvation. We are not self-sufficient; by ourselves we flounder: we need the Lord, like ancient navigators needed the stars. Let us invite Jesus into the boats of our lives. Let us hand over our fears to him so that he can conquer them. Like the disciples, we will experience that with him on board there will be no shipwreck. Because this is God’s strength: turning to the good everything that happens to us, even the bad things. He brings serenity into our storms, because with God life never dies.

The Lord asks us and, in the midst of our tempest, invites us to reawaken and put into practice that solidarity and hope capable of giving strength, support and meaning to these hours when everything seems to be floundering. The Lord awakens so as to reawaken and revive our Easter faith. We have an anchor: by his cross we have been saved. We have a rudder: by his cross we have been redeemed. We have a hope: by his cross we have been healed and embraced so that nothing and no one can separate us from his redeeming love. In the midst of isolation when we are suffering from a lack of tenderness and chances to meet up, and we experience the loss of so many things, let us once again listen to the proclamation that saves us: he is risen and is living by our side. The Lord asks us from his cross to rediscover the life that awaits us, to look towards those who look to us, to strengthen, recognize and foster the grace that lives within us. Let us not quench the wavering flame (cf. Is 42:3) that never falters, and let us allow hope to be rekindled.

Embracing his cross means finding the courage to embrace all the hardships of the present time, abandoning for a moment our eagerness for power and possessions in order to make room for the creativity that only the Spirit is capable of inspiring. It means finding the courage to create spaces where everyone can recognize that they are called, and to allow new forms of hospitality, fraternity and solidarity. By his cross we have been saved in order to embrace hope and let it strengthen and sustain all measures and all possible avenues for helping us protect ourselves and others. Embracing the Lord in order to embrace hope: that is the strength of faith, which frees us from fear and gives us hope.

“Why are you afraid? Have you no faith”? Dear brothers and sisters, from this place that tells of Peter’s rock-solid faith, I would like this evening to entrust all of you to the Lord, through the intercession of Mary, Health of the People and Star of the stormy Sea. From this colonnade that embraces Rome and the whole world, may God’s blessing come down upon you as a consoling embrace. Lord, may you bless the world, give health to our bodies and comfort our hearts. You ask us not to be afraid. Yet our faith is weak and we are fearful. But you, Lord, will not leave us at the mercy of the storm. Tell us again: “Do not be afraid” (Mt 28:5). And we, together with Peter, “cast all our anxieties onto you, for you care about us” (cf. 1 Pet 5:7).

There was picture of St. Corona,  of whom a German cathedral will publicly display her relics. St. Corona, an early Christian martyr. Commonly known as the Imperial Cathedral because it was used by the Emperor Charlemagne, has housed her relics since the year 997 AD.

St. Corona however is not the patron saint of epidemics, but St. Edmund and St. Roch are venerated as the patron saints of pandemics and the plague.

03/28 2020  Saturday one week lock down

Thomas Mann

Yes. I can recommend Thomas Mann to everyone as at lecture at Lock Down.

The novel »The Magic Mountain« (Zauberberg) by Thomas Mann was published in 1924.  It describes the seven-year stay in the sanatorium of the Hamburg merchant’s son Hans Castorp. The place of action is a fictional clinic near Davos in the Swiss Alps. On the eve of the First World War, Castorp met personalities with a wide variety of worldviews. The discussion with them is formative for the young man. The time told covers the years 1907 to 1914. It is story of Hans Castorp, which Mann wanted to tell – not for his sake (but for a society which had enough and choose to become sick), but for the sake of the story, which seems highly worth telling today: this story is a long time ago, it is, so to speak, covered with historical noble rust and yet absolutely fitting to the sick year 2020.


The Hospital Murnau is one of the largest supra-regional trauma centers for maximum care in South Germany. They do surgery for a living in trauma surgery departments and highly specialized departments with terrific doctors and staff. I was there to fix an old injury acting up, a fairly easy case. Not all patients of the station were easy cases. However it felt like close knit community at the Alps, almost  a sanatorium urging me to pick the book Zauberberg from the shelf at home and read it again.  I was after my hospital release, when the whole corona mess started, frightfully fitting to the corona virus occasion.

 Its main character is a young engineer from a traditional Hamburg family. He visits his cousin, who is suffering from tuberculosis, in the Swiss sanatorium »Berghof«. Joachim familiarizes Hans with the laws of the clinic high in the Alps. The rhythm of life here is different from that in the lowlands: tuberculosis is an infectious disease that mostly affects like corona virus the lungs of people. It is caused by bacteria however, but before penicillin was no cure for it either. At the beginning of the 20th century, tuberculosis was therefor a sure death sentence for poor people. Lying in a high mountain climate was the only healing method, but only the wealthy could afford to stay in a Swiss sanatorium. Thomas Mann sort of complemented it with political observations about Germany before the world war I lamenting the “threatening politicization of the spirit” – today one wonders what is left of it now.

03/29 2020  5th Lent Sunday St. Ottilien


Pater Otto celebrated today’s  live video streaming of the St. Ottilien Sunday Service. Well done. The he preached about the gospel which invites us to recognize again that there is a deficit in our perception – a deficiency that we do not feel as such at first, because everything seems to go on normally, even if we no longer have ears and eyes for God and live without him. We need stillness, a stillness of which gives us the lockout plenty.


I am writing to you from Munich currently which means I am writing from Italy’s past or some other lands future. We are now where Italy had been in a few weeks ago. Less death. More mediocrity. The epidemic’s charts shows European countries, all Western countries entwined in a deadly dance.

We are but a few steps behind of you in the path of time, just like Wuhan was a few weeks ahead of Italy February 21th. We watch you as you behave just as we did. You hold the same arguments we did until a short time ago, between those who still say “it’s only the old, why all the fuss?” and those who have already understood.

First of all, I did shop for food. Not just because it will be one of the few last things that I needed still do.

I’ll pull science and literature out of my bookshelves, but will soon find I don’t really feel like reading any of it.

I will ask yourselves what is happening to democracy. What democracy, there is none appreciated it seems. I’ll desert to online social life – on twitter, live stream, Telephone, WordPress…

One will feel vulnerable when going out shopping, especially because if one is old. I ask myself if this is how societies collapse. Does it really happen so fast? I’ll block out these thoughts and when I get back home I’ll go online again.

I’ll go back to the cellar resuming fitness training.

I will count all the things you do not need. Hole up in the attic, kind of social distancing with the family.

03/30 2020  5th Lent week second lock-down week

The true nature of the people around me has been revealed with total clarity. Confirmations and no surprises.

My old father whom you had overlooked, instead, has turned out to be vulnerable yet generous, reliable, pragmatic and resourceful.

I also find walking in the park terribly annoying: nice, but why are they so close? I do not understand if witnessing the birth of a new world is more a grandiose or a miserable affair of death.

For young people one has to worry about him going out, to get infected and die or stay indoors, frozen playing video games.

You try not to think about the lonely deaths inside the ICU or slowly drowning.

I want to thank all medical workers, remember the January at the hospital in Murnau.

We are told that society is united in a communal effort, that you are all in the same boat. A lie. This experience will change for good how I perceive myself in the face of death.

My little possession, however, makes all the difference. Being locked up in a Monet’s little yellow house with a pretty garden without the need to keep on working from home, the office or even constant traveling. That shell in which we are hiding in order to defeat the epidemic foes not look the same to everyone nor is it: it never was.

At some point, We will realize it’s tough. I will be afraid. We want to share your fear with your dear ones, but we will keep it to ourselves so as not to burden them with it too.

If we turn our gaze to the more distant future, the future which is unknown both to you and to us too, we can only tell you this: when all of this is over, the world won’t be the same.

04/05 2020   Sunday St. Ottilien

Palm Sunday 2020

Somber Sunday, it feels more and more surreal. Scenes from a villages and cities in Bavaria show the churches are closed but the parks are full. An empty St Peter’s basilica, cases of coronavirus in Vatican City, mass cancelled in churches everywhere… Easter this year won’t be the same for Christians around the world

It is Palm Sunday, but “The Bread of Life” is not distributed. In Germany the semi-state church has closed shop without resistance. The bishops running their mouth in politics, for the climate religion and financing human trafficker support ships fell silent.  A few live streams, like the one in “my” monastery that’s it.

We are currently experiencing in Germany that everything has been closed that is supposedly not systemically relevant and, from the state’s point of view, indispensable: fitness centers, amusement parks, shopping streets, cinemas – and churches. Actually churches were closed before home depots and hair cutter even least relevant.

I may be corrected, but I haven’t  heard the progressive, super feminist and liberal church’s outcry when the government ordered  to stop worshiping. Where is the protest, where has been the uprising of the pastors, the shepherds, the priests and bishops who are pressing to help their sheep right now? They holed up, almost relieved, it seems.

The German official churches bowed without resistance to the will of the state which collects tax money for them since the concordat 1919, continuing under the III Reich and contemporary Germany.

The church seem to have agreed with the implicit message: You are dispensable. Because the Church in the West is today not much more than a NGO with an social apparatus competing with lobalist ideology, and the higher echelons know it.

It’s a week before Easter. Will the resurrection be canceled this year?  Well, sometime it seemed to me, the nature of Jesus and the Crucification is taken more symbolically. A recent discussion hinted even sometimes by confused priests in an effort to comply to an one-world religion. Church where are you?  Where are you priests, now that people are in need, in confinement, in fear of existence, in concern for relatives and health?

Where are the Greta sympathizer saving the world today? The corona virus spread in the beginning more under younger Germans coming back from skiing or school. Now infections are evenly happen under the elderly. The deaths are commented by press and experts with “only elderly with per-conditions die”comments, which sounds almost “frohlocking”: Not such a big a big problem, don’t you worry.

Old people die, however, frightened alone in quarantine or isolation, rather than supported by the family. They die, literally often drown slowly or are disconnected in some countries from ICUs in favor of patients with better outcome prognosis. Their fault? The church is silent. Even suicides are already on the rise. The church is silent.

How many people need support right now, as patients and their relatives who are in a state of emergency – and alone. Who needs a church after the crisis that let you down when things got awry? In any case, Jesus did not get permission from the emperor to go to the leper. Nobody expects a priest who is in mortal danger to do so. The shops cope with distance zones on the checkout. Masks could be bought and dispensed by the church, a very rich church which recently bought and operates ships. Church rules could be declared utilizing half-empty benches  keeping the social distance or at least open air events? I get it, its a big responsibility and potential liability and needs to be negotiated. It would need discipline of the faithful too and taken care of each other. I get it, what I don’t understand is no real effort is taken to fulfill needs within lock-out boundaries beyond streaming a few masses in empty churches.

In the middle of the worst reports of the Corona crisis we saw pictures and videos from Italian villages in the internet. Priests wear the monstrance in full regalia through the streets, bless the people who stand at the open windows. One read a mass on a high-rise roof for the whole neighborhood. People attended and sang from the balcony.

Easter is in a week. This world needs healing, that’s for sure. An occasional “Urbi et orbi” from the pope in empty St. Peter’s Square  does not heal.

I admire the doctors, nurses and nurses who are there for others with little protect and do their duty to relieve pain, to provide assistance.  The German State Church the whole “Progressive” Catholic Church showed its true colors.  They are dispensable fringe bureaucracy now, a cultural aftermath echo of its implosion and seem not even care.

04/06 2020   Monday

Coronavirus solitude

The death of Christianity seems to be inevitable consequence of inside politicking, its moral decay and modern economics. Well, I am an un-churched catholic spiritual. I did not expect much, but also not that little. There is at least still the bible. And the nature.

Anyway. The city is in a soft lock-down, and places normally full of tourist are empty. So I took my camera and rode with my bike to the nearby Nymphenburg Palace, Its amazing, basically the swans relax directly on the walk ways, not even bothered if one walks by.

The number of cases in Germany has passed 100,000 this weekend using compiled real-time figures from nearly 400 local health authorities.  4,024 new cases of the novel coronavirus Monday morning, bringing the total to 100,132. Germany currently has the fourth highest number of coronavirus cases in the world, following behind the U.S., Spain and Italy.

04/09 2020 Holy Thursday

Livestream mass comm orated on the night before Jesus’ crucifixion: 19.00  Messe vom Letzten Abendmahl

04/10 2020 Good Friday

Empty- CatholicDecay

Good Friday crucifixion of Jesus and his death at Calvary. Between 10.30  Kreuzweg-Andacht and 15.00 Mass Suffering and Death of Jesus Christ I went biking, making this picture. The solitude, the emptiness reminded me on christian churches, decay and abandonment.

The Royal Bavarian State Railways opened the factory in 1906 as the Central Workshop with two repair halls. In the following years it was expanded several times. By 1927 the Deutsche Reichsbahn had built a third car repair shop.  Deutsche Bahn closed it at the end of 2001. Large parts of the former workshop buildings are now listed as historical buildings.

In April 2015, Deutsche Bahn dismantled the junction to theCentral Workshop. After dismantling the tracks, the new residential area with around 500 apartments was built on some of the ground.

04/12 2020 Easter Sunday

Easter Mass. Mediocre sermon. wonderful ceremony.

Two things gave me hope today on #coronavirus Easter Sunday (April 12, 2020), Andrea Bocelli’s solo performance and Boris Johnsons’ speech.

04/13 2020 Easter Monday

Biking and walking in the park.

04/14 2020 Tuesday

A cold high air mass spread with the winds throughout parts of continental Europe, also here temperature dropped about 20 degree Celsius int lower single digits.

04/20 2020 Monday

LMU moodle

Christian impulse

You can’t say that Bavaria is the Prussia of Germany, but the I have to tip

my hat how people and state executive handled the #coronavirus. Today is the first day, the university LMU (where I enrolled) and TMU (my son’s university) opened – virtually, orderly. The Bavarian Prime Minister Markus Söder is cautiously optimistic about the corona crisis. A lot has been done, says the Bavarian Prime Minister in a government statement. He wants to loosen the restrictions carefully flanked by security measures like in Asia – like introducing masks.
In his second government statement on the Corona crisis, he announced that a mask would be required and the closure provisions would be partially relaxed. Those were efficient and reasonable, and have bee followed to a very large degree. Sport was allowed, running, biking and rollerblading became a big hit in a sunny spell for weeks. Now you see garden restaurants preparing for guests and people in Munich think BEER GARDEN.

In the four weeks since the first government declaration, he said now every day, 12,000 tests are carried out in Bavaria – more than South Korea – and they soon want to more than double that number to 25,000 a day. The capacities in the health care system were also increased drastically. When reopening shops, hardware stores and garden centers would be opened as the “first preparatory phase” this week. From next week, other sectors with business premises up to 800 square meters (a federal compromise) would be added however in Bavaria shopping malls and larger shopping centers would have to remain closed until further notice.

04/26 2020 Sunday

Nice bike ride München/Pasing – Langwieder Heide – Aubing – Puchheim – Eichenau – along Freeway #2 – Fürstenfeldbruck (S) – Kloster FFB Emmering – Puchheim – Gröbenzell – Lochhausen (S) –Langwied (S) – München/Pasing

04/30 2020 Thursday

I do all the shopping now for my father. once a week. Today he reminded me, that it is 75th anniversary of “Liberation Day” for Munich. This is the very day 75 years ago, he said, when he became a Russian prisoner of war on his way back to Munich  having already passed Berlin. Nobody wanted to be caught by the Russians, all went West.

My father was drafted  October 1943 to the East Front, the Ukraine. He was a “Panzergrenadier” – a soldier who moves and fights by means of armored infantry and mostly fights dismounted. They accompany their own battle tanks and fight in their operations with anti-tank and light weapons against similar enemy forces : dismounted enemy infantry and enemy armored vehicles and tanks. My understanding of his words is, this means essentially fighting and running around unarmored during tank battles and fighting enemy tanks with little more than bare hands.

For two years he experienced basically only chaos, defeats and retreat operations until he was finally captured on May 1st 45 close to Kottbus in Eastern Germany – eight days before the war was over. A country boy, who was drafted when he turned 18, fought basically as “grunt” for his life. He served until 1945 and subsequently four years longer as prisoner of war in Polish coal mine under very harsh conditions. He was lucky though,  there was a triage by a Russian physician. She considered him too young and boyish to be sent to Siberia.

 On the morning of April 30, 1945, the 3rd, 42nd and 45th Divisions of the 7th US Army occupied the city almost without a fight. Most Americans didn’t even notice that they wers crossing the official battle line  – until they suddenly found themself on Marienplatz.

Four years later, 1949, my father returned to Germany with empty hands to Munich, still in rubble’s.

05/01 2020 Sunday Maria Patrona Bavariae

With the name Patrona Bavariae (Latin for: patron of Bavaria), the Blessed Virgin Mary is worshiped as the protecting saint of Bavaria. This year protection is sought more than ever before this millennium.