‘Your mother was out there cheering, dancing and bringing down the wall,’ my dad would often say, whenever I asked…
the german riveter
I don’t remember what I was reading thatNovember. I do know I reread Christa Wolf’s Der geteilte Himmel a few…
As invariably happened to me whenever there was anything important afoot, on the evening the Berlin Wall fell – and…
My mother Sonya always vehemently objected to being called a spy. ‘I was a Kundschafter for the Russian Red Army,’…
IT WAS A WEEKEND in August 1961. I had passed through a happy childhood and reached the age of thirteen,…
As with many English-speaking readers, literature from Germany is represented by a gap on my shelves, in my case occupied…