02 June 2013

Births and Boundaries in East Germany: The Year 1972

June 10, 1972, was a Saturday. The sun was shining at a bright blue sky, and the birds were singing in the gigantic blooming magnolia in front of the dated Women’s Hospital in Rostock. The streetcar was ringing a greeting in front of the red brick building, and a smell of cooked potatoes from the Rostock Brewery was in the air.
 
Together with nine other women Astrid lay in room number three of the maternity ward. With nine women in one room it was loud. But the advantage was that there was at least one woman with whom Astrid enjoyed chatting – across the whole room, if necessary. The newborn babies were not disturbed by the noise; they would sleep peacefully in the nursery at the end of the floor. Every four hours friendly nurses in pink would bring them to their longing mothers, a rigorous “nursing nurse” making her round and giving advice if there would be difficulties with the first breast feeding. 
 
At this day, meteorologists form Madison, U.S.A., reported the latest frost of all times, in Rapid City, South Dakota, a hurricane caused a flood, killing 237 people, and in Washington, President Nixon presented the Senate the disarmament treaty SALT I with the Soviet Union for ratification, while at the other end of the city, rocket scientist Wernher von Braun retired from NASA. In New York City Elvis Presley gave a concert at the sold-out Madison Square Garden, where even John Lennon and Bob Dylan would applaud the King.
 
These events took place far away from the white washed labor room at the Women’s Clinic in Rostock and could as well have happened on another planet, because even if there had been a television in the room – which was unthinkable back then – Astrid and her room mates would not have seen anything of this at the news. Instead, the “Aktuelle Kamera“, the daily news show at 7.30 pm, reported from the XI Farmers’ Congress in Leipzig and the fulfillment of the state agriculture plan. Clips of the routine speech of the Chairman of the State Council, Erich Honecker, at the People’s Parliament were shown, broadcasting the fife-minute applause in full length, zooming in on the smiling faces of the MPs. It was hardly surprising that there was nothing about America on the news, as in 1972 East Germany did not maintain any diplomatic relations with the United States. Briefly and tediously, but grammatically complicated and lengthy to give the impression of intelligent analysis, the newsreader also covered the Baader-Meinhof Group’s assassination at the West German embassy in Dublin on that Saturday, where luckily nobody was hurt.  It was a day like any other day in Rostock, East Germany – no unusual incidents, no unusual news.
 
That Saturday, on June 10, I was born. I was early, which was surprising to my mother. When she had a stomachache on Friday morning, she complained about the heavy food her mother had cooked the night before, and when it didn’t get better during the day, she went to her neighbor who was a doctor and would know what to do, since now the pain came every fifteen minutes. “This is really not indigestion,” she told my mother, “you are in labor.” Well, how was my mom supposed to know? The doctor had told her that the child was supposed to come in three days, and mistaking contractions for an upset stomach can happen at the first pregnancy – even to my considerate, well-read, doctor-to-be mother.
 
When the pain did not stop, her brother Bubi (trimming the hedges in front of the house) decided to call the ambulance and went straight to his neighbor across the street who had a telephone. Why he had a telephone – a privilege only a selected few in East Germany was granted – was now of marginal importance. At this emergency the Stasi-telephone had to do.
 
At Madison Square Garden Elvis was getting ready for his concert. While a beautiful blonde helped him into his blue Adonis jumpsuit, styled his hair and put make-up on his eyes, an eager nurse helped my mother into her blue night gown. Elvis went on stage, the audience screaming. And when he was breathing „Love me tender“, rolling his hips, and hundreds of female fans were screaming and passing out, Astrid was yelling even louder, moving her hips even more passionately, and almost passed out herself because of pain and exhaustion.
 
Then everything was over. Elvis disappeared from the stage, and a new child entered the world’s stage. Astrid had given birth to a tiny, delicate girl -- that was me.
 
In East Germany my mother was considered to be rather old for having her first child, even though she was only twenty-six and thus three years younger than me when I had my first child. In the GDR the average pregnant woman had her first child with twenty-two. This delay due to medical school had its advantages, since in April the Central Committee of the SED (the Sozialistische Einheitspartei Deutschlands, the governing party in East Germany) had introduced new socio-political measures. Now mothers received 1,000 Marks of “Welcome Money” for every newborn East German citizen. Perfect timing – my parents could use the money well for new furniture.
 
Seven days later mother and child were released from the clinic. Meanwhile Claus’ ship had arrived at the Port of Rostock. My parents phoned, sent each other telegrams, and hoped to see each other – in vain. My father did not get shore leave and his ship left the port soon after, not coming back home for another two months. At the same day men broke into the Watergate Building in Washington D.C. and were arrested. While Nixon did everything to cover up the affair so as not to move out of the White House, I moved into the basement apartment at my grandparents’.
 
In August I got to know my father. Fondly, he held me in his arms, and I looked curiously at him, while the world looked at Munich and the Summer Olympics, and was shocked at the assassination of the Israeli team. The games went on nonetheless, and “our” East German athletes came home with twenty gold, twenty-three silver and twenty-three bronze medals, scoring place three in the overall medal score, after the Soviet Union and the United States. Erich Honecker shook the Hands of “his” athletes. 1972 was also the year of the European Soccer Championship, in which the West German team won 3:0 against the Russian team and became European Champion, and all East Germans cheered for the Germans (no matter how much of a Big Brother the Soviet Union was supposed to be).
 
Proudly my parents presented me to my great-grandparents. With 5.5 lbs I was a rather delicate child, and my great-grandma doubted whether something would become of me. I was indeed so small that I did not fit into normal baby clothing, but I grew and I had a lot of time for growing since 1972 was the longest year of the Gregorian calendar: as a leap year it was two days and two seconds longer than usual. Hence there was enough time for international events. 1972 was the year of Apollo 17, the first pocket calculator HP-35, and the start of Star Treck in West German television. The German Playboy captured men’s hearts in the West, and secretly and privately in the East; Heinrich Boell received the Nobel Prize for Literature, and Charles Chaplin the Honorary Academy Award for the “incalculable effect he has had in making motion pictures the art form of this century”. It was a year of RAF assassinations and the arrest of Andreas Baader, Gudrun Ensslin and Ulrike Meinhof, a year of plane crashes in London, Tenerife, Moscow, Miami, Uruguay and Königs-Wusterhausen (East Germany), a year of earth quakes in Iran and Nicaragua, of floods and hurricanes in the US and Lower Saxony (West Germany), and of the hijacking of a Lufthansa plane by Arabian terrorists in South Yemen, to whom the government of West Germany paid five million dollars of ransom money.
 
1972 was also a year of boundaries. East Germany was still fighting for international recognition until on 26 May the Basic Treaty between the Federal Republic of Germany and the German Democratic Republic was signed, which established the invulnerability of the borders, the recognition of the Four-Power Authorities and the exchange of permanent representatives. Strengthened by these arrangements, Honecker instantly declared West Germany an „imperialist country“ and legitimized four months later the shoot-to-kill order at the borders. At the “State Border West” guard bars and prohibited areas were set up, and the use of firearms by the East German border troops was legitimate according to the regulations of the Ministry of Nations Defense. At the end of the year even Switzerland had to accept the German Democratic Republic as an independent country.
 
All the while I was growing and thriving well, and my grandpa organized a playpen in which I could practice standing up. I pulled up at the colorful bars, curiously looking at my surrounding in our living room from this fascinating perspective and intently trying to climb over the bars. While I would be able to overcome the borders of my playpen in due time, I would grow up being aware to live in a country whose borders were clearly defined and impossible to overcome, but maybe I was already dreaming of a free country all the while.

24 January 2013

Weekly Blog on my Life in East Germany


Yes, we did have televisions, cars and refrigerators in East Germany. We also had kindergartens, nudist beaches, Russian champagne, and military education at school. And – NO – Hitler was not alive anymore.  
In 1989, about a quarter of a century ago, the Berlin wall came down, and East Germany disappeared from the map. Once in a while I “travel back” to this country of my childhood and youth, recalling and wondering about curious customs and bewildering behavior, peculiar products and extraordinary creations, political plans and cultural concepts of the people of this state.
Sending you weekly NOTES from my imaginary journeys, I am writing to you about the forgotten treasures of childhood and youth, and the (almost) repressed memories of dictation and control.