To most humans, walking is the pedestrian business of putting one foot in front of the other. Not so in Germany. There it is a cherished tradition, a cure for ills mental and physical, and the kinetic tie that binds family and society together.
Every Sunday after the midday meal, millions of West German parents take to sidewalks, the slopes of nearby hills, or the 75,000 miles of marked paths in the federal republic's tidily tended forests. Side by side, Mercedes and motor bike repose in the parking lot; for a few brief hours, worker and industrialist, Cabinet minister and cabinetmaker...
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