It was the same for the whole generation. There was an enormous void because the Nazis had destroyed and suppressed all free expressions and arts. Museums were looted, books were burned, and anybody creative or visionary was either dead or in exile. 1000 years of Jewish culture was wiped off the face of earth. It was the final triumph of stupidity and mediocrity. Which consequentially led to total destruction: bombs had flattened whole cities - Dresden, Cologne, Hamburg, Berlin etc. - Gothic Churches, Baroque Palaces, museums, libraries, opera-houses - most of it in rubble and ashes.
An era of the greatest art and architecture was turned into dust. There was such a silence, such a void, when the war was over. Everyone was hastily trying to get rid of the past - to bury everything - their history, their identity and their memory. Our parents' generation was spiritually kind of dead.
And into this vacuum of our childhood gushed America with Coca Cola, blue-jeans, cars that looked like spaceships, movies, comic-books and rock 'n' roll. America presented a mythical world of modern wonders and miracles. There were beautiful rebellious angels like Elvis, Jimmy Dean, Brando and girls of unearthly beauty - things that we had never seen before in our so-called real world.
And for me and many of my friends it was also the encounter with a man that was probably our greatest inspiration: Donald Duck. The impact of this culture shock on us was enormous.