Irony

Last night I went to the play And the Came for me, Remembering the World of Anne Frank, which is written by James Still. It was a production put on by the community theatre on post. I was invited by the school counselor to attend with her and I had nothing better to do and thought I had nothing to lose. When I agreed to go, I knew nothing about the play.
Schweinfurt was a community that the Nazi's governed over and the US military post here was where they had their facilities. The Abrams Center, which has a small theatre in it, was where the play was held. Back during the WWII era this was a Nazi officers club.
So here I am sitting in a former Nazi's officer club, watching a play about the holocaust with Eva Geiringer Schloss, Anne Frank's step sister who is a survivor of the Holocaust and also in attendance were German's and Americans.
I really didn't realize the irony in all of this until I got home and was talking about the play with my family. I hope that this is one of the many unique opportunities I have while living here in Germany.