Today
I’m out and about along the Westwall in the Southern Palatinate. Having
spent many years delving deeply into the (futility of the) Maginot
Line, today’s agenda focuses on the futility of the Westwall (viewed
within the context of the general futility of war). Structures #645 and
#646 lie here in the Palatinate Forest, reduced to rubble by explosives;
yet, even though the war ended over 80 years ago, one can still make
out the trenches winding through the undergrowth. Just a few minutes’
drive away—right by the French border — stretches a line of "dragon's
teeth" anti-tank obstacles, accompanied by a multi-tiered tank barrier
spanning a stream. It was during World War II that the "GroeFAZ“ -
greatest military commander of all time - (and I don't mean Trump)
ordered theconstruction of the useless Westwall. In doing so — much
like with the Maginot Line just a few kilometers away— he squandered
vast amounts of resources, human labour, materials, and money, burying
them all in the ground. As is often the case when I am taking pictures
of such places, I am overwhelmed by their presence and dominance—but
also by the ultimate fate of these tragic installations. Blown up.
Ignored. Overgrown. Nature reclaiming the space and swallowing up these
foreign objects. And then, fortunately, I am always struck by how much I
love being here and on the French side of the border. I realise how
much I need and cherish the ability to simply drive across the border to
visit friends in France. Not to a "Erbfeind" (hereditary enemy) in the
west, but to friends. Whenever I become aware of this fragile good
fortune,
I am glad to be living in times where such happines is
possible. I am also glad that this holdstrue for my friends in Belgium,
the Netherlands, Luxembourg, and —especially — Poland and the other EU
countries. Beyond the happiness itself, it gives me an incredible sense
of freedom. (Pictures taken between Wörth (Germany) and Lauterbourg
(France), August 15th, 2026)














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