Story: THE POOR COUSIN THE POOR COUSIN
Hans Kunze I remember it. Oh, right, well, well no, but basically it was my cousin and lived under my roof for almost two months before I could get him a job and an apartment. The apartment was located on the opposite side of the city: this was very clever.
Hans had tears in his eyes when in March 1990 knocked on my door. He was dressed like a beggar but his face was gay and liked to talk much. After just two hours I was a nervous wreck and I ended up hating his dialect, which at first I found it so funny. He told me of things I did not understand everything that actually interested me much: "Honi" (Honecker, their Big Boss), the meetings of the factory, the Stasi (secret police), etc.. In an attempt - space - to offset his loquacity, I took a walk with the Mercedes and dressed from head to foot, enjoying his exclamations of wonder at our beautiful world, so rich in goods, signboards colored cars of all brands, working traffic lights and manicured lawns.
After a couple of days I was already tired of him and so I felt a great relief when I could finally get it.
began to do the aid-stocker in a supermarket and every time I phoned to complain about the principal and colleagues ("This is worse than here! They are the spies as agents of Stasi ... "), do not let me escape the sadistic pleasure of lopping off the tongue with a" Welcome to the West! "
wanted capitalism? Did you want abundance, freedom of movement and travel, with fifty television channels? Well, all these things you must learn to earn!
Hans Hans Hans ... What I knew was an artist! For me it was just the typical relatives. And now you come here and I ask him, say you want to write a biography ... I only know that he had an accent of Saxony to be able to cut with a knife and was devoid of style, both in dress and in behavior. He drove a Trabant, which are then able to sell to a Frenchman in search of artifacts from the Realsozialismus , and a little 'German him as it should have taught me. How? You say it was a great writer? I do not know ... I doubt it, honestly. All I know is that changes one job after another because she felt exploited, mocked, and he never went to either agree with superiors or with fellow department ...
At this point I have to open a parenthesis to refresh the historical memory of all of us.
On 7 October 1989, the GDR turned forty. About a month after the citizens of the GDR to storm the wall and stepped over him, from this side.
We in the "rich and golden West" watched the show live amazement mixed with dismay. Sure, they were German and it was right then that we would reach, given that they had so much desire. But not so many, not all at once and, by God, not at the cost of the annihilation of the Communist state, that guys like me have always been considered a healthy counterpart of our economic system.
caravans Trabant, machines built in the Other Party, clogging our highways, state roads, the county. In each Bundesland our dialects if they mix again that young people had never heard of us.
This army of poor relations was disarming in its innocent and irrepressible enthusiasm. Okay, it was people who grew up in very specific conditions, but coming here expecting who knows what!
Even before the "woodpecker", that the sellers of souvenirs , completely destroying the Wall smerciante fragments for the most colorful, most German of Saxony, Thuringia, Brandenburg etc.. pitched their tents in our free areas, the illusion to be able to put down roots.
If now we hate them is because, with the fall of the Berlin Wall, there has been lacking critical utopia. Apart from that, the fish have something magical and mysterious, until we keep them in your hands and discover that stink.
On the other hand, we were able to invade the East with our many products, which now no longer knew who to delivering. A lot of other people were there waiting with its beak wide open, similar to birds who have just split the eggshell. What a bitter surprise that when he had fallen on him a ton of shit!
Video World , Hair Boutique, McDonald's ... approval has begun right away. At least with regard to signs and things to eat and drink, we have westernized immediately. For the rest, as saying: "mission impossible".
were beggars before, they are beggars even now. Except that today at least go around dressed up like our poor and not those of the Bucovina, or Vladivostok!
Economy They were delayed, while we had lost by far any trace of morality. We have thrown over their heads mountains of useless things, swallowing just a little bit socialist garbage: waste coal, and textile waste that once were snapped up in Bulgaria, Czechoslovakia, Yugoslavia. We knew instantly: "Of those here will do one gulp!"
who had uncles and cousins of the other party had to accept at first, and after three days, opening the window to release the smell. A heap of trouble, how to find accommodation as soon as possible and work, in short: my experience with Hans is typical of many other west German.
They had all learned a profession at the expense of Rossi. They were all engineers and professors, and who was not, at least he knew to assemble and disassemble gadgets or whiten a wall. Unfortunately there was this problem of language. With his mouth were even more bumbling aliens. And, just after the so-called reunification, their offspring have taken to burning the houses of the Turks and the street to kill blacks and Asians, who until then had been our faithful slaves. We really had a lot of trouble because of them!
No, young Hans had not, to my knowledge. You tell me who has never married ... Well, I did not know. Our contacts have gradually loosening up a break at all. But how he died? Ah, heartbreak. Too bad: he was always so lively, so excited ...! But only in the early days, of course. And what books did she write? Novels? Okay, I promise that I'll buy one and try to ... What? "The most important item of German Unity"? Well, listen: if you really want to talk about "voice," I still have his ears and even after all these years continues to resonate within the skull and I assure you that this is not a pleasant feeling. No, do not criticize my attitude and Take care to listen! Now we have a crisis and who is to blame? And 'who has turned back to communism! We were better before, with the alleged enemy around the corner. We were competing with another system and the politicians had to show that ours was more human. How? No, certainly not communist! I believe in liberalism. But look what they did the masters of steam jocks and their managers since the barriers have fallen! And also the Iron Curtain was used to make us dream. It was like a film in which each of us knew he could come at any time, if only she had a bit of courage: a small step from this side to side, and here's a budding romance with a pretty Russian or Hungarian, that now they are almost We all whores. It was like he The Spy Who Came in From the Cold , if that's the right title. Why so much laughter? Am I talking nonsense? I Hans, I helped to settle even if no one forced me to do so. All the "sense of solidarity" of which he made a lot of talk I have not ever owned. E 'was Kohl, then chancellor of a fat, combine the pie. Could open the border while maintaining two different States, and instead greed has screwed us, as usual. Kohl has built a DDR to help his rich friends. Tell more: he, Kohl, in some ways was more villain of Honecker and all other senior SED coming together ... Oh God, I'm using the same terminology of Hans ... Anyway: look at me now! At my age I find myself unemployed and not knowing where to bang your head! And whose fault is it if not ...?
Eh? Copyright? Yes, I am the only relative who had Hans Kunze, I think. The copyright on his books? Really? It is for me? And these books are sold? Ah, now that is died sell well. I see. Well, lucky it was not ever ...
Oh, sure: I Hans I remember, I remember it well. A very good boy, with many, many qualities. I have never regretted giving him a hand. But ... how much is the figure?
(...)
A good boy, indeed perbenissimo, seriously.
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