Germany was not a frequent subject of discussion in my family while I was growing up. Though my father had served in the Second World War, he was a Palestinian Jew whose family had been in the Middle East since 1882. Despite the fact that he had serious issues with the country, at the same time, it did not occupy the same kind of negative mental space, as say, the UK.
To wit, I remember the day Elie came home to London, following a business trip to Hamburg. Opening up his briefcase, he pulled out a Boney M record. If I remember correctly, it was the album with their hit Rasputin. “The most popular group in Germany,” he told us. Looking at the packaging, I noticed that the band members were black. That was that. I never thought about it again.