BRICK
WALL
This
high brick wall borders East and West, a Cold War frontier that symbolises the
divisions between two mindsets. A time of paranoia and of being taken away in
the night, soldiers only following orders, you’re going to the East, not to be
seen again as you’re an enemy of the state, Stassi style.
For
those who resist and fight there is only one option, eliminate the enemies of
the East German state, line them up against the wall and shoot them in the name
of Communism. For over 60 years, in a time of Germany’s rise and fall this wall
has seen it all, the bricks know some stories as the bullet holes show. Each
one a life that wanted to leave this state-run prison and head for the west and
freedom.
From
the last war to this one, fading graffiti marks a 60’s revolution that failed,
now long forgotten, rotting condoms from some Fraulein’s trade, the oldest
game. This is Berlin and the divided city, in the divided country, in the
divided world.
One
wall tells a people’s story, as plaster falls to the ground, a battle with time
and tyranny, it stands strong like the people it repressed in 1970’s Germany.
If her population could look to the future, they would see freedom and the fall
of the wall,
not
this one but their wall, the Berlin Wall and the death of their enemy –
Communism.
Yet
too late to save the fallen ones, murdered by the State for daring to have an
idea and to dream.
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