Can't sleep, up reading, searching the net, taking notes. A map with all our street names changed: Teufels Br�cke, where we play in the woods, Gutenberghain und Gutenbergdenkmal, the Feuerwache I walked past tonight, our house on Steffensweg, and Adolf Hitler Strasse cutting across town. By chance, I see tonight in 1938 was Kristallnacht in this town. The old synagogue down the street is now a music school. In good weather, when the windows are all wide open to the street, you hear students working at brass and woodwinds, teachers beating time.