People are curious. A few people are. They will be driven to find things out, even trivial things. They will put things together, knowing all along that they may be mistaken. You see them going around with notebooks, scraping the dirt off gravestones, reading microfilm, just in the hope of seeing this trickle in time, making a connection, rescuing one thing from the rubbish.
What we call National-Socialism is the poisonous perversion of German ideas.
Every drop of oil saved through innovation is a step toward a cleaner future.
我的家是我的避难所,一个充满情感的建筑作品,而不是冰冷的便利设施。