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Oliver Anderson Stasiland Response
Oliver Anderson Stasiland Response
Oliver Anderson Stasiland Response
An older man, in a black puffed jacket, turns to us with a rustle. A grey cloth cap
sits skewed on his head, the occasional thread hanging off it. He takes a large
sip of his Berliner pilsner, and shoots me a steely glance.
Some people dont know whats good for them. The GDR made us all better
off. He shakes his head. I suppose you been talking to whingers. Victims.
He pronounces the last word with particular venom.
He says that no one ever appreciated all that communism and the GDR did for
the German people. That there was no harm in informing on people. A barrage of
answers to questions I hadnt asked yet. After just hearing a story of someone
going through terrible trauma caused by the GDR, I took an instant dislike to
him. His narrative of misplaced pride and patriotism sits uncomfortably with the
paranoia and control so evident in the physical and emotional marks left behind
by the Stasi.
The mans name is Herr Mller, and he had been IM, like the one I turned down
on the phone earlier. Looking over at Klaus, his expression hasnt changed at
all. Mller coughs, and continues; I was IM for a while, but it wasnt rewarding
enough for me.
Klaus scowls and mutters something about how reporting on family obviously
just isnt fun enough for some people. Luckily for our sake, Mller doesnt seem
to hear.
I became quite a high ranked officer in the end, you know. He puffs out his
chest proudly, smiling a little. I even got to hear a lecture from that English
man. You know, that upper class one.
Philby? I interrupt.
This draws another smile from Mller. He says that he found Philby intriguing,
and how it was good that someone of a high status could see the benefits of
communism, and joined the good side. He told us how he managed to get all
kinds of Western secrets. He just drank with the archivist! The British must have
been so lax, and deluded!
Im not convinced. There is no record of Philby ever going to the GDR, and if he
did, how would Mller have known about it? He said he was IM, and if that were
true, how did he rise to become an officer. I didnt come here to have more
puzzles, I came here to clear my head. I keep drinking, not really listening to
Mller at all, slowly fading out of the room. Klaus takes over and talks with
Mller, sharing what little they have in common; that they both are German.
Klaus buys more drinks, Mllers face becomes fuzzier as the night goes on and
eventually disappears. Shortly before sunrise, a taxi drops me back at my flat.
With a thumping head and heavy heart, I enter.