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Kenneth Asch

ByKenneth Asch, Kenneth Asch

Opinion

An encounter with the White Rose

Musician Kenneth Asch, who studied in Munich in the 1950s, recounts his arrival in a city reeling from the horrors of war

January 24, 2019 11:32
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Lost to memory is the exact moment one of life’s vital decisions was made for me. The event itself, however, remains as clear, sixty years ago almost to the day: my music teacher — wise, respected and beloved — had made up his mind that the next and conclusive phase of my studies would be arranged for me at Munich.

I had long dreamed of Italy as my natural home, existentially as well as professionally. But very soon I was to find myself aboard a transatlantic steamer bound from Montreal to Le Havre with a one-way ticket to a future impossible to calculate, in a country that aroused the very darkest of thoughts back home.

Ultimately the choice proved providential, although family and friends certainly did not envision it in anything approaching such terms at the time.

How was it possible even to contemplate the idea of moving permanently to Germany? “Life is a mysterious business” is the best response anyone could find, with surprises lurking, good as well as bad, in the most unexpected places.