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das leben der anderen

I went to see The Lives of Others last night, and it's the best film I've seen in a long time. I couldn't stop thinking about it afterwards, and I actually dreamed in German last night. That's how powerful it was - it made me dream in bad German! In fact, I've been immersed in all things Ossi recently - I just finished reading Anna Funder's Stasiland, which I highly recommend, and which, like the film, is very moving. It's also absolutely gripping and reminded me how much I didn't really know about that era, despite my Germanic studies. I started studying German at college in 1993, and in our first year we did a course called Landeskunde, which was basically an introduction to modern German society and history - of course, it being 1993, there was a huge emphasis on the Wende (as the period of collapse and reunification is known - it basically means turn or turning point) and the issues of reunification; but the emphasis was on the peaceful protests and the various organisations that drove them rather than the doings of the state they were protesting against.

The Lives of Others ends in the early '90s, just a couple of years before I went to Berlin for the first time. I spent the summer of 1995 in Berlin, living in a sublet apartment in the central western district of Charlottenburg, a big, airy, beautiful apartment that was incredibly cheap - less than DM100 a month, I think - because it was still being rented for pre-Wende West Berlin subsidised rates. When you go to Berlin now, you can't necessarily tell the difference between the west and the eastern districts; back then it was unmistakable, not least because a lot of the eastern areas with old buildings hadn't been restored to perfection after the war, so there were bullet holes up to adult male head level in lots of them, and even those that didn't bear literal battle scars tended to look pretty raggedy. Berlin has changed enormously since then - the difference between Unter den Linden - the pre-war central boulevard that became a rather bleak street in east Berlin and is now a bustling boulevard again - in 1995 and 2007 is almost surreal; it looks like a different city.

And I feel a hot rush of shame when I remember the way my friends and I used to joke lightheartedly that summer about Ossi style, and how you knew you were in the east when you saw lots of mullets, and afterwards I realised how shitty that was, for a bunch of 19 year old snotty hipsters to make jokes about the fashion sense of slightly shell-shocked people who had grown up in a grim country, brought it down in a peaceful revolution, and then found their world totally pulled out from under their feet and their economy in chaos. I mean, we weren't totally stupid and awful, we felt that we were on their side, we didn't mind not being able to find any work that summer because knew that we didn't deserve to get jobs when so many Ossis were out of work, we loved their side of the city with a passion, but still...we laughed at their haircuts. And they deserved better than that. In the film, Wiesler, the Stasi agent, always wears an ugly grey nylon jacket with corduroy shoulder patches, zipped right up over his shirt and tie. There was something about it, about the way he wore it, that was almost unbearably poignant, that made me want to cry. I think it was partly because it matched the character's drab, restrained, beauty-free life, and partly because something about it reminded me of those 1995 East Berliners.

Anyway. The Lives of Others is, as my fellow former-Germanist sister Busta J put it in a text, super fantastisch, whether you know anything about Berlin or not. Go and see it.


Apr. 16th, 2007 01:28 pm (UTC)
Oooh, Exit into History sounds good (I just googled it and saw it actually came out in the early '90s). Actually, I just got a book (auf deutsch, alas for non-German-speakers, and it hasn't been translated) from Amazon.de by an Ossi journalist who was, like me, born in 1975, and how the Wende became this big gulf between his generation and their parents. It arrived today and I've just flicked through it so far, but it looks really interesting.

Do go and see The Lives of Others - it really is fantastic, especially if you've read Stasiland! And I strongly recommend a trip to Berlin - I think it's my favourite city in the world, although of course glitzfrau and biascut know 21st century Berlin much better than I do!

And yeah, there does seem to be a big gulf between East Berliners and Wessis - I read an article in Das Magazin about the great-grandchildren of a famous DDR politician who live in Berlin. They're not obsessed with their famous family or indeed the DDR or anything, but one of them really, really hated Wessis who'd moved to Berlin. She didn't at all mind the foreigners who'd arrived there, but she had a big problem with the west Germans who, she felt, had always patronised the Ossis and now wanted to "take over" their cool city. Whenever she was in one of the hipster districts like Friedrichshain she'd exaggerate her Berlin accent to show she was a local.

Apartments in Berlin - not just the east, in fact the trendy areas are in the east - are incredibly cheap and we considered buying one last year when we were there, but we would have only done so if we'd moved to Berlin and lived there (which we were seriously considering before I got my job). I do hate the idea of westerners driving up the property prices and becoming absentee landlords so the poor Berliners can't afford to buy places in their own city.


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