Berlin is a city wrapped up in history.  I was thinking of Hitler. To me, Germany was Hitler. I heared  his name from my child hood days as the leftists often refer him in their slogans. But the tales told about him have made him a hero in my mind. I was curious to see his tomb or some memorial. But there is only a tree to remember him, and that too in a parking place close to the  memorial. 

The death of  Hitler is still a mystery. It is said that he commit suicided in his bunker. Of course, it is my second visit to Europe. I was longing for all the way from India to see the history of Hitler. But my visit to his home town had not helped to satisfy my querry.