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      | Probably in the summer of 1927 
	  (or 1926) my great-grandfather spent his vacation in Berlin. Since he had 
	  made the first trip to Kabul by land via rail, he now probably chose the 
	  other way home by ship. I can only guess this. How many times he had 
	  vacation I do not know. One of his last photos shows Tehran from the air. 
	  So he probably made the pictures shown here in 1926 on his way home to the 
	  3-month holiday.  | 
    
    
      | Dr. Gerber describes in his book 
	  "Afghan Mosaics" during the steamer trip to Kabul the stay in Aden. As in 
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	  photographs by Wilhelm Rieck.  | 
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	  carnival suit in the 1930s with these thirty ostrich feathers. Since it 
	  would have been relatively difficult to get such a number ostrich feathers 
	  in the Berlin of the 30s, it could have probably been traded ostrich 
	  feathers from Aden.  | 
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      | From Aden we went through the Red 
	  Sea and through the Suez Canal. My great-grandfather called this trip 
	  through the Suez Canal the most boring thing he has ever seen. From Suez 
	  the steamer then drove through the Strait of Messina on Mount Vesuvius to 
	  Naples. From there probably by train to Berlin.  | 
    
    
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      | During his vacation, my 
	  great-grandfather in the Lyceum Schlüterstr, my grandmother's school, gave 
	  a photo lecture about Afghanistan. How these photos were treated as a 
	  photo lecture is unfortunately unknown. Maybe there was then the 
	  possibility to scan the glass plates as a positive image, or the photos 
	  were placed in a device that projects the photos via a deflecting mirror 
	  with appropriate lighting to the wall. This could be part of the pictures 
	  shown here. I do not know if there were other photo albums than those 
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	   Amanullah 
	  Khan liked the green patina-covered roofs of Sancoussi Palace in Potsdam 
	  that he saw during his visit to Germany. He then instructed my 
	  great-grandfather to equip the roofs of his palaces in Kabul with this 
	  "color". My great-grandfather explained to him that this is not possible 
	  and he just has to wait until the copper roofs have adopted this color 
	  because it would be a natural weathering effect. King Amanullah was 
	  disappointed but satisfied with the answer. 
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	  to an Afghan architect, he had to laugh. He had worked in the palace until 
	  his escape in the 1980s and told me that the roofs were brown but not 
	  patina green at the time of his escape. In Afghanistan, there is not the 
	  necessary humidity to form copper patina. 
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	  two palaces for Google Earth with a 3D program, this request of Amanullah 
	  came to my mind when choosing the color Patinagrün. For this reason, I 
	  suspect that my great-grandfather (among other things?) Was responsible 
	  for the roof structures. Finally, the client discusses appropriate wishes 
	  only with the responsible employee.  | 
    
    
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	  King Amanullah visited Berlin in 1928. At 
	  that time, he invited all members of the Germans working in Afghanistan to 
	  an evening reception at the Prinz-Albrecht-Palais. He wore, in contrast to 
	  his magnificent entry into Berlin (riding a white horse with feather 
	  crown), a simple "civilian" suit. My great-grandmother described him as a 
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      | King Amanullah then 
	  told my great-grandmother in good English that her husband had 
	  disappointed him about his castle roofs, but that he was his best European 
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	  would be nice if the publication of this story would mean that the 
	  restoration of the palaces still takes into account the wishes of King 
	  Amanullah and the green patina is applied to the copper roofs. Thus, about 
	  60 years after his death, my great-grandfather, through his story in the 
	  family, could still have fulfilled the wishes of King Amanullah. 
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      Of course, my 
	  grandmother would have loved to go to the reception, but she had to go to 
	  bed at the age of 12 - in a very big protest. That evening, the canary had 
	  escaped and hid behind the closet. So, in addition to the big preparations 
	  (my great-grandmother in appropriate wardrobe), the wardrobe had to be 
	  removed from the wall to catch the bird again. I leave it to each 
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      | My great-grandmother 
	  and my grandmother went to the Royal Afghan Embassy on Lessing Street 9 
	  near Hansaplatz in Berlin-Moabit on the 1st of each month to pick up the 
	  monthly salary in English gold coins. Afterwards, she exchanged the 
	  currency in the department store Wertheim, because there a better course 
	  was paid than with the German bank. The district was destroyed in the war 
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