ABSTRACT
For Frau Solmitz, the very foundations of her orderly world were crumbling. Mechanically she followed her routine. She went to teach her class of girls as usual on 6 November 1918. That evening, she sat down to write in her journal:
Today it has started in Hamburg. The mood among colleagues this morning is below zero. Some believe that revolution is imminent, others hope it will all settle down … life is dreadful, everything unstable, no one knows what the next day will bring … disgust and abhorrence seize one's throat … sorrow and apprehension for the shattered fatherland, indignation at the ‘Germans’ who have betrayed us. 1
