Morning in North Hausen: The lawn is like a green salad with little raindrops, fresh and cool. Everything is fresh and clean, just like washing. Harz Mountain is arched around, and spruce, fir and larch grow like beards from the dark hillside to the top. Houses with towering gables, water reflected in the sky, muddy streets, American and Russian soldiers coming in and out of pubs and temporary military service institutions, each with a weapon on his shoulder. The wind blew the dark clouds over Thuringia on the hillside.