Or it is a combination of both.

 The bells outside are sounding for the Sunday's religious celebrations, it is ten to eleven and they are being beaten continuously. It is a steady clamour.

Now they have stopped.

It was a long sleep-filled night, there was just one disturbance at a quarter to four in the morning. That was all.

Breakfast at eight on this Sunday, this is a softly lit cold day. The light is reminiscent of places by the sea, despite the fact that Landshut is nowhere near any sea. Still, the boat hanging from the overhanging roof's beams outside the window looks at home as it turns from side to side. It has two soft toys in it , a tiger and a mouse. They are the discarded toys of the son, discarded as he grew out of them and started to play with more technical things.

It is cold, the warm clothes are welcome. Breakfast has left a feeling of inner warmth, which makes it all easier. Reading the news a short while ago illustrates the speed at which the prospective rulers of the United States of America intend to alter the fabric of that nation. They believe that it will be an improvement, a return to the religious fundamentalism attitudes that fled from Europe two centuries ago. There will be plenty of underpaid workers for industry and plenty of underpaid cannon fodder for the military. The wealth of the country will be shared by a small percentage and the rest will be left with their dreams. This may be a flaw in democracy or perhaps it is a flaw inherent in humans.

Or it is a combination of both.

It will be necessary to have a conversation with the artist who made the small statues of those who were to die at Auschwitz. There was a personal record made of so many before they were murdered like beasts in a battery. His pieces are good, there is something to be learnt from them. Why is there a personal shyness on the part of this photographer to approach them?