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My Childhood in the GDR

"My childhood taught me that nothing is forever. Even the country you grow up in can suddenly come to an end.” Read Berta Luise Heide’s intimate account of growing up in the German Democratic Republic and her mixed feeling of nostalgia for that time.

📓 My Childhood in the GDR 📓

2008 // Berta with her mother and grandmother

2008 // Berta with her mother and grandmother

 

 

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Do you ever wish you could just live in the past? If so, you’re not alone. The first quarter of the twenty-first century seems to be defined by an increasing number of people who glorify the glowing halcyon days of yore. I have yet to be convinced. Nostalgia is a yearning for an idealized past, according to the Australian evangelist Alan Hirsch. The key word being idealized.

I often catch myself remembering my own past more warmly than it was. Probably my first childhood memory is of perching on my knees in a dark, high-ceilinged living room and drawing a bird on the wooden floor by tracing its outline in the layer of black dust sprinkled beneath the coal stove. 1986. Weitlingstrasse 90 in East Berlin, Germany. 

It was a memory of coal with none of the grit.
Berta's Oma with dog Micki

Berta's Oma with dog Micki

Years later I wanted to move into my own apartment. I remembered leaning on those warm, green stove tiles of my youth and I thought I could save money by living in an apartment with a coal stove. My mother had to remind me that we had had to carry buckets of coals up to the 4th floor every day in winter. My memory had lied to me by omission, had become romantic and sentimental. It was a memory of coal with none of the grit.

As Hirsch points out, nostalgia does not relate to a specific memory but rather an emotional state. The day-to-day reality of life was more complex and bureaucratic than my memory allowed for. For example, you had to wait for up to sixteen years for the privilege of owning a car, and you could only register for car ownership when you came of age. In the anti-capitalist economy, you could shorten the wait by buying a used car, which, ironically, you had to pay much more for.

Berta's Mama & Juliana Heide

Berta's Mama & Juliana Heide

The economy of scarcity also affected living space. Homes were hard to come by; apartments were in short supply. People had to wait months or even years for an apartment in a Plattenbau – a building made up of concrete slabs, erected at speed to supply homes to young people stuck living with their parents and grandparents.

She could hide surprising quantities of the Western currency in the depths of her bra.

As a result, many young people had to live with their parents for years, well into their own adulthood, without any prospects of owning an apartment of their own. My mother and I lived with my grandparents for quite some time. In fact, it was the fall of The Wall - not the GDR government - which transformed us into homeowners. It was about time -- my mother had been searching for an apartment for three years without making any headway.

Berta's Old GDR Passport

Berta's Old GDR Passport

As a child, my grandmother was a constant source of pride for me – she was the tallest, most upright of all the grandmothers we knew. As an adult, I’m even more conscious of what an unusual woman she was: a specialist veterinarian who touched the lives of many of the people she met. One of my favourite stories about Oma relates to her determination to help her friends. The East German government was pretty sure she would not abandon her children and husband in the East, and because of her high ranking veterinary job, she was able to travel more freely between the GDR and West Germany. When a friend was in need, she volunteered to smuggle Deutsche Mark across the border from West to East. Because of her ample bosom, she could hide surprising quantities of the Western currency in the depths of her bra.

With my childhood also ended an era - East and West Germany reunited.
Family photos.

Family photos.

Today you do not have to cross the border anymore--you can reach out and touch the Berlin Wall at the East Side Gallery in Berlin. But the oldest relic of the border is found in the Erna-Berger-Strasse, where one of the last GDR watchtowers battles its decay. Here you can climb up the ladder and experience the same view as the GDR border soldiers when they had to be on their eight-hour shift, without water, electricity, or heating, and under orders to shoot anyone who dared cross the border.

Berta as a baby.

Berta as a baby.


Another place where you can touch the relics of my past is the GDR museum in Berlin. There, you can visit an authentic GDR apartment and get a feel for everyday life in the former Soviet satellite state. On display is an exact copy of the couch I grew up on. I love this museum for its interactive display, which enables you to touch coffee beans, pick up a phone and listen to the old radio, watch old documentaries like Sandmann. But what is a museum to some is my entire childhood to me. It is crazy that I grew up in a country that does not exist anymore, a country that is now only real in a museum. With my childhood also ended an era - East and West Germany reunited.

I cannot glorify the past. So out of many things, my childhood taught me that nothing is forever. Even the country you grow up in can suddenly come to an end. My grandmother was very happy that – unlike her - I for instance had the freedom to travel the world. I do believe in happy endings and that change - in my point of view - can guide to something better.

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Berta's message to you:

"Whenever I'm not walking through Berlin for my WalkThisWay blog, I try to travel as much as I can. Europe has a hell of a lot to offer.