YOU’RE NOT FROM GERMANY,
YOU’RE FROM THE EAST.
My father was officer at the NPA. There were always parades and that kind of thing. We would hang our GDR flag outside or stand at the edge of the street when they went marching by and we would cheer and wave. I can remember that because my dad was often away for a few weeks, he was in the marines. When you know that your father is going away for a few weeks then you have to wave at him while he is heading off to another exercise. And of course we’d hang our little flags out of the window.
ALL OF A SUDDEN I HAD A HUGE PILE OF RELATIVES.
My mother once picked us up from school with the Trabbi. I asked her to park behind the school gym so that no one would see us. I was twelve at the time, I went through a phase where I was embarrassed by the car. Later I thought that it was actually quite cool that we still drove around in the old bowl.
Sabine’s mum kept her Trabbi for a long time. Nowadays it is kind of a cult. What used to bother me back then was that there was no radio in the car, whenever we went swimming in the summer I hated having no radio. Otherwise driving in a Trabbi was not all that bad. I always needed music though and we knew that other cars had radios.
OUR BLOCK NO LONGER EXISTS.
All the people I still know from Hagenow and from school have left, I think we are a bit quicker to leave our home towns. Not necessarily to the West, that’s not what I’m saying, but we all re-oriented ourselves after we finished school. When it came to doing an Ausbildung or studying, we simply just didn’t have the full range of opportunities at home in Mecklenburg. We had to go someplace else, a lot of us went to Hamburg.
I’M HAPPY TO BE AN OSSI.
"Letzte Generation Ost" was published by Éditions Bessard in 2015. The work was exhibit in Germany, Portugal and in USA. It was nominated for the Kassel Dummy Award and won the Marfa Open.