And then...I get some photographs on my phone, from my husband, who is visiting his dad in Germany. They are reminders of the stash of photographs we can never put up on the wall. EVER. Of course, forget the one of Opa with Goebbels at Hitler Youth Camp. I find them fascinating as historical documents; they're nerve wracking otherwise since I know the sitter.
And the Ahnenpass, the official Nazi-enforced family tree/document to "prove" that there was no Jewish blood in the family.
I think *I* have identity issues? My kids are going to have quite their own.