Flossenburg

So Flossenburg is a jerkwater on the genocide circuit, a footnote in the tour guide to hell. Dachau, boldly proclaims the blue and white autobahn sign just northwest of the Munich city limits, “ten kilometers.” But you prob ably won’t find Flossenburg unless you’re looking for it.

From Nuremberg you drive east on the El2 autobahn until it ends near Amberg, a prudent 33 miles from the Czech frontier. Then it’s north and east on various two-lane federal highways, through the crystal center of Weiden, and into the fantasy-land beauty of the Oberpfälzer Wald. The city, and the camp on its outskirts, are less than three miles from the Iron Curtain.

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So Flossenburg is a jerkwater on the genocide circuit, a footnote in the tour guide to hell. Dachau, boldly proclaims the blue and white autobahn sign just northwest of the Munich city limits, “ten kilometers.” But you prob ably won’t find Flossenburg unless you’re looking for it.

From Nuremberg you drive east on the El2 autobahn until it ends near Amberg, a prudent 33 miles from the Czech frontier. Then it’s north and east on various two-lane federal highways, through the crystal center of Weiden, and into the fantasy-land beauty of the Oberpfälzer Wald. The city, and the camp on its outskirts, are less than three miles from the Iron Curtain.