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Jana Hensel was thirteen on November 9, 1989, the night the Berlin Wall fell. In all the euphoria over German reunification, no one stopped to think what it would mean for Jana and her generation of East Germans. These were the kids of the seventies, who had grown up in the shadow of Communism with all its hokey comforts: the Young Pioneer youth groups, the cheerful Communist propaganda, and the comforting knowledge that they lived in a Germany unblemished by an ugly Nazi past and a callous capitalist future. Suddenly everything was gone. East Germany disappeared, swallowed up by the West, and in its place was everything Jana and her friends had coveted for so long: designer clothes, pop CDs, Hollywood movies, supermarkets, magazines. They snapped up every possible Western product and mannerism. They changed the way they talked, the way they walked, what they read, where they went. They cut off from their parents. They took English lessons, and opened bank accounts. Fifteen years later, they all have the right haircuts and drive the right cars, but who are they? Where are they going? In After the Wall, Jana Hensel tells the story of her confused generation of East Germans, who were forced to abandon their past and feel their way through a foreign landscape to an uncertain future. Now as they look back, they wonder whether the oppressive, yet comforting life of their childhood wasn't so bad after all.… (meer)
This book made me so nostalgic, maybe inappropriately, for Berlin in 2003, for my family, for my childhood cousin/penpal. I've always been fascinated by this generation and even though I just missed this publication in my Berlin classes, I'm glad I got to read it now. ( )
Oh Mann, war das übel. Ich gehöre ja selbst zur Generation der "Zonenkinder", aber die Erfahrungen der Autorin decken sich nicht einmal annäherungsweise mit meinen. Aber das wäre ja nicht so schlimm, da ja jeder die Welt anders erlebt. Schlimm war der Stil, in dem das Buch geschrieben wurde: vollkommenes inhaltliches Durcheinander, kein Konzept und der weitgehende Verzicht, diese biographische Geschichte auch biographisch darzustellen. Stattdessen immer nur ein "Wir", so als ob alle Kinder dieser Generation exakt dasselbe erlebt, getan und gefühlt haben. ( )
The voice of the author is often irritating, particularly because of the generalizations about groups of people which she makes quite firmly.
Nonetheless, I haven't seen a lot of books on this fascinating topic, so it was interesting. And, it's a really easy, quick read.
Was this young adult non-fiction does anyone know? For some reason, it seemed so, perhaps because of the age of the author during the time period in question.
She has another book in German, I think. Wonder if it was translated.... ( )
A personal memoir that trys to make sense of the identity crisis that is common among young German nationals who were teenagers in the former DDR when the Iron Curtain fell. ( )
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meiner Mutter, meiner Schwester
Eerste woorden
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Am letzten Tag meiner Kindheit, ich war dreizehn Jahre und drei Monate alt, verließ ich gemeinsam mit meiner Mutter am frühen Abend das Haus. Es war bereits dunkel, man sah den Atem vor dem Gesicht, Nieselregen fiel vom Himmel. Ich musste hohe Schuhe, Strumpfhosen und zwei Pullover unter meinen blauen Thermoanorak ziehen und niemand wollte mir so richtig sagen, wo es hingehen sollte.
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Müller Blutorangen-Drink, den es leider nur im Plastikbecher gab, wie er mir entschuldigend zuflüsterte, komplettierte seinen Mittagstisch. Als ich meine Packung Schoko-Crossies, eine Stange Hanuta und eine Büchse Coca Cola daneben auf das Rollband legte, schaute er mich an und sagte vorwurfsvoll, also wenn man mich so sähe, könne man wirklich denken, die Mauer sei erst gestern gefallen. Insgeheim gab ich ihm Recht und hoffte, Jonathan würde Geduld mit mir haben.
Laatste woorden
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Es ist Frühling geworden. Der Abend ist lau, seöbst hier in der Stadt riecht man die Baumblüten. Unter freiem Himmel ein Fußballspiel oder ein Feuerwerk anzugucken, das wäre jetzt das Richtige, und so habe ich keine Tasche mitgenommen, in der Jeans aber alle meine Sachen verteilt, Hausschlüssel, Zigaretten, Feuerzeug, ein paar Euros, einen Hühnergott.
Jana Hensel was thirteen on November 9, 1989, the night the Berlin Wall fell. In all the euphoria over German reunification, no one stopped to think what it would mean for Jana and her generation of East Germans. These were the kids of the seventies, who had grown up in the shadow of Communism with all its hokey comforts: the Young Pioneer youth groups, the cheerful Communist propaganda, and the comforting knowledge that they lived in a Germany unblemished by an ugly Nazi past and a callous capitalist future. Suddenly everything was gone. East Germany disappeared, swallowed up by the West, and in its place was everything Jana and her friends had coveted for so long: designer clothes, pop CDs, Hollywood movies, supermarkets, magazines. They snapped up every possible Western product and mannerism. They changed the way they talked, the way they walked, what they read, where they went. They cut off from their parents. They took English lessons, and opened bank accounts. Fifteen years later, they all have the right haircuts and drive the right cars, but who are they? Where are they going? In After the Wall, Jana Hensel tells the story of her confused generation of East Germans, who were forced to abandon their past and feel their way through a foreign landscape to an uncertain future. Now as they look back, they wonder whether the oppressive, yet comforting life of their childhood wasn't so bad after all.
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