Friedberg is the town where my grandmother grew up. I was able to meet my uncle there and find her house. We decided that after coming so far, what the heck, we might as well knock on the door. It was an elderly couple who spoke absolutely no English. So unfortunately my level one German classes didn't quite cut it. They seemed to think that we thought my grandmother still lived there or and subconsciously blocked the front door. Oh well! It was still awesome to see the house she grew up in and the bomb shelter she used during the war. Here are a few pictures.
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