We have dispatched from our Redaktionsstabe a number of special rapporteurs in the liberated areas. In the night of the liberation, they went to celebrate in the car by the country, its cities and villages. They took the mood of the people, and attended the official celebrations. Here are the reports.
Mainz.
Now, we have ushered in freedom. What years on this magnificent Gau of Germany weighed, is taken from him. The last of the psychological pressure is wiped out in this night like a veil. Not only Mainz is on the legs.
streams of People sent to Frankfurt and its Hinterland. Load along wagon wheezing in the evening the streets, heavy with human freight, such as high-arched harvest wagon. As the last of the sun painted rays over the Rhine, the streets were a raging Parking lot. Who knew a house where no Flag stuck in it. The ships to the shores of the Rhine river along have raised their pennant and who does not has a flag in his button-hole, with a Rose in Hand.
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find out This was the hour that broke out in the suddenly midnight, the bell chimes. At the Halle square in front of the town hall an unmistakable sea of people. As with invisible hands, the bells of the Cathedral back strokes about it. The joy is gone back in the night. Shiver of memory trickle up. We, the guests, feel only the solemnity, but the others who lived here for years under the Tricolor, open your eyes the moment images of the past.
“, Mainz, stand at the focal point of struggle and Suffering.” The Hessian state President Adelung pronounces the words. The laughter and the joy of stretching back up. Still, the thousands of listening reverently to the words of Reich Minister Dr. Wirth speaks of the struggle for liberation, and then, finally, “Germany, Germany above everything” to the countless times this evening, but really in the feelings of that unique hour of recovered self-determination. Let firecrackers to shoot.
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The blue, white and red shield house now stands in the deserted barracks yard, a little askew on the wall. No one cares more about.
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Trier.
The whole city glows in the light. Even the most remote and poorest of the road celebrating with banners and lamps. On the huge square in front of the Palace lantern – for twelve years, the barracks of the French occupation – tens of thousands.
The bells of St. Peter’s Basilica are ringing through the old German town of freedom. Firecrackers, Flares, Flags. “Great God, we praise You.” None among the 70,000 that does not mitempfände this from a full heart. The Rhine is free, Germany is free, a people, a destiny.
