House Cat Returns to Porto from Germany…briefly.
The Grimm brothers, authors of fairy tales such as Hansel and Gretel and Little Red Riding Hood, could only have come from a country like Germany. German culture is deeply rooted in the forests and from my window of the train, as the sun was rising I saw the forests of these tales from my childhood. The brothers lived in Kassel and did much of their writing while working as librarians in the city. The landscape was also strangely familiar to me: rolling hills and farms between piney forests. No wonder so many Germans settled in Pennsylvania. It must have felt a lot like home.
However, I was not able to visit the beautiful forests because my time at the University of Kassel was a blur of work activity. I taught two classes and a seminar, and I saw three residential programs for youth and interviewed staff at these programs. The students that I taught were bright and engaged in their studies in social work. I did get a brief tour of the city from Juri, Franzi and Sigrid, my hosts for the week as we went to visit programs. Juri, a native of Kassel, explained that 90% Kassel was destroyed by the RAF and the US Air Force because it was an important manufacturing center of German tanks and airplanes. The photos of the city around the turn of the century and then after the bombing show the extent to which the city was obliterated.
Although most of the town was rebuilt post-war, the style was more utilitarian than romantic. Nonetheless, it is a lovely city with a great tram system, a city center and a University.
The University of Kassel began in 1971, so it is a relatively “new” University for Germany. One architect scathingly called the design “smurf village” but I think that it is a complement. The cobbled diagonal though campus, the tiled roofs and brick village are rather smurf-like but charming and cozy. and a little confusing. One day when I could not find my way though the campus to the department of social work, I considered using bread crumbs.
Being this far north in Germany, the darkness lifts slowly and starts around 4pm, so the bright lights of the café and the library were welcoming as you walk into the campus.
After taking a taxi, two trains and two planes, I touched down in Porto late afternoon on Thursday. It is strange how Porto feels like “home”.
Next week: Lisbon!