Back in 2014, I boarded a plane from Frankfurt to Canada. It was in April, and it was the day before Good Friday. I arrived in Toronto on the afternoon of April 17. After I went through customs and got my work permit, me and the group I travelled with got picked up by our travel company in an airport shuttle, which was actually a party van.
Since I live in Germany, I have learned a lot about the crimes of the Third Reich.
I’ve also learned a lot about the misery that German civilians went through, particularly to the end of World War II.
So it didn’t really came a surprise when they found what they suspected to be a dud (a bomb that didn’t went off, called ‘Blindgänger’ in German) under a now demolished sales pavilion right across the street from where I live. (It was found in the catacombs under the pavilion.)