Personal Narrative: A Trip To The Christkindlmarkt
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It has been almost a year to the day when I was able to touch a momentous piece of history. In December of 2014 I was a senior at Davenport West High School and an active participant in the German language program at the school. Every year my German teacher always planned for a field trip to Chicago to visit and shop at the Christkindlmarkt and any other place that has relevance to the German language and history. That cold December, we went to the Christkindlmarkt and to the Chicago Museum of Science and Industry. Within the historic walls of the museum there laid an important piece of both American and German history. Deep in the bowels of the museum there is a man-made predator of the ocean that played a major role in the context of the…show more content… Once inside it was easy to see the cramped confine of the ship, it was about as wide as a person’s arm span. To the left of the doorway, was the entrance to the stern torpedo room. Inside the room was a slender, white torpedo sitting on the floor with a set of two tiered bunks on either side and the torpedo tubes and their controls in the background. The ship soon became darkened and the tour guide began talking about the history of the ship and its crew. Moving on to the control room, we all entered through a small circular hatchway very close to the floor of the ship. Once inside the control room the guide started to talk about the first victim of the U-505. Once he was done, we could hear the sound recording of the creeks and groans of a ship sinking into the ocean. As I heard this, I felt chills up and down my spine along with the hairs on my arm and neck standing up. In the center of the room was the massive tubes which were the grey predators’ eyes to the surface world, the periscopes. Surrounding the room were maps, valves of every shape and size, and dials. From here we moved on through a small passageway past the small radio room and kitchen. As I walked through the passageways I could feel as if the crew was still at work and running a tight