Arriving in East Berlin

Arriving in East Berlin
Written by 3mienblog

Telling as it was to see the Berlin wall with uniforms talking down people that went over and about your impact on East Berlin. Write about sharing a room with 8 guys on the CCW and being spoiled in comparison with what you have now. Don’t forget to write about crying when you left Germany and How much you hate to leave now.Tell about your sleeping bag rat time sleeping most of the day in your closet back home and going for job interviews when everyone thought you were crazy and the jobs you applied for and the tools you bought on E bay at ridiculous prices and used to fix old cars and trucks that never would even run. [this used to be very funny].Describe what your favorite beer is , and how so many other funny things that made life so much easier than they did before when you were living out of Bodegas bag and sleeping on the bench till 4 or so in the afternoon in your economy or Chrysler. You were Very happy.Include how It only took one weekend to start over here after making the move. [my advice is not to tell the psychologist that buying the duplex 2 years later was the smartest move you ever made. Share that in your book. Say nothing about the inheritance. Everything old will be repeated in this new read by you. These writings are dog eared already, Nancy. Better have a lot of copies made of your book as a family record In your new English home. Do this as a family piece of history to pass down to the daughter’s and sons. Better to write it now.Tell in your social studies view that you were wrong. You were wrong when you were assuming it was no better here in America. Maybe it was as bad as you thought. You were wrong to go against your natural instincts tracking us through the doors every day. Please tell about our imagination of killing the wildman and many vampire entrances to make you laugh more than you did at your life in America. Tell about taking your daughter back to visit the wildman at the fair In Germany. Tell about the time it took to find this animal. If you don’t show the people suffering from the world you have no point. You only have the politics, protests and the whole Russia. Tell about these things in page 7 [at that time in your past]. Write about every detail you can remember. Tell about the night you stayed up awake with me shaking and telling you I wet the bed. Tell about the dryer. You were thirty five and soon to be dead and I stayed with in my closet biting my frost. The neighborhood invaded your dreams with police push ups and snoring wildmen. That you were in turn was flooding the small duplex We were living in. with YOUR WIFE AND DAUGHTER working as a publicist ,invaluable to family history and your long term memories. PRETTY PLEASE.Holly

If you’re ever unable to eat or drink anything- please don’t feel bad- I made it through the one year of your absence and even pilfered a couple meds along the way. Unfortunately, I forgot a friend’s name, I forgot the name of a book and a title, I forgot what time the sun rose in Paris- and quite immediately after that – I forgot- for awhile- the name of my first childhood real pet and the First 3 letters of my sister’s name but all I did was punish myself for that for awhile. Dedicated to William Stewart Smith, born 1927 and died suddenly of a heart attack-August 16 1998, that’s four months from your 60th birthday I believe.I, too, have pinned all my hopes and dreams on happiness, what i have decided, you will see evolution can be an awful, wonderful, never-ending experience. Lonely times somehow get easier, they somehow get easier.–said to myself when my TV voices, voices no longer heard, most definitely disappeared and my dead cat was STILL dead, who I marked supposedly burned ashes not quite sure since I hadn’t counted the pieces. I didn’t cry at the return of the remains, had hoped he might somehow have revived and became a living cat, he wasn’t even cremated so that was a disappointment, but there WAS something near the remains! Lost for three weeks, it was the dog’s -Art puppy’s–(like all our other dogs) he no longer had, in relief, of that, I picked that up and still having it, I take out to look at and remember, almost once a week and say: You were, indeed a very valuable animal in our family, Art.Joy is elusive– very much so, almost whenever I thought I found joy, it made a magic disappearing act… Not knowing anyone and not having any friends in this new neighborhood of mine, I had too much time to think, no doubt about it–which means I had way too much time to think. I searched, searched and searched my brain for a reason, for ANY reason to cheer up, for ANYTHING to cheer me up. I finally came to a decision to try every possible form of medication that I could find. Finding myself in that same doctor’s office I had gone to for 13 years, I asked if it was possible that I gain weight just from eating vitamins. He said, no. That plus the heart attack I gave him. I asked for a prescription for antidepressants, anything I could find that would answer my nagging thoughts enough that I didn’t feel I wanted to eat the house. Without the slightest hesitation he gave me Zoloft and a few dosages later I found myself being well so quickly it took nine days to actually believe he had fixed me. Just when I feel myself being depressed, such as today, with so much to feel grateful for, I take 2/3 of that dosage and feel well thank you very much. It’s an antidepressant. Mine is “just right”. It works right off, no 2 or 3 days of depression to get rid of misery.My greatest wish and most of all, my greatest wish is to give something back to all those who have given me so much… somehow. I am now extremely busy in my thoughts and in my attitude, I pound words on my typer, I type words and then rewrite them behind hanging on to the notes I have stored. I ask people NOT to call me on the phone when I recognize their ring, as I then spend a chunk of time just writing out what I HAVE to say over the phone, as I hear the shrill ring. I get scolded for saying it’s NOT that important, it is to me!!!!!!!. Believe me, I want out of this society, I really really really do, it’s actually looking like they’ve spoken, they don’t want me. I don’t need them, just as they don’t need me. I decided that I have no obligation to them and I feel guilty there is no doubt about it but this is what I have decided. I have decided I am happy with Canadians and the Canadians have decided to make me a Canadian citizen despite I am a citizen of United States of America …

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Delighted. It was important for me to donate such a memorial for William Stewart Smith, born 27 Sept 1927 died august 16 1998 because of the people who work hard along the way: valuing each of them, knowing them as each unique, a world of unique.A place of emptiness, the two of us raising kids alone, which made me respect him and his reputation, though I knew how often he deserved it, no fact of reality without his seeing humor in it, the first man to throw a baseball in my hand when my mother told the “Old Man – the Athlete manager-” to give me league lessons-, he did and I made it one season and we lost it flag [remember how you told me we SHOULDN’T lose any flag.].Preaching, that in a land of freedom, women should not be beaten, William and “Melinda, his girl” singing practicing a new sermon, opened both our eyes to the wonder of the American society. That was Special. How the world thanks God for what you did for my family. I can’t remember anything anymore.Mom had her ideas: Her biggest dream was to have a Little League commissioner obtain an honorary diploma from Park Forest school that Dad was so fantastically impressed with.She believed had any neighbor not wanted a piece of the action, she would have landed a nursing job there, helping to fill the gap of a flu epidemic but apparently someone had conveniently dropped off a strong case to Hospital on any such program that would have required my labor unit mother to depart her home early and on the spur, of the moment. That’s just all Wrong. My brother and I became “The Precious Little Children of the Little League” (to use your words) You came winter morning -grey and rainy– to our baseball in the open field playground, you came cold and alone, sitting in the cold, rain, with the two of us warming your every Winter Sunday morning’s baseball way and also every moment in between. Mom even made a family outing of some minor marathon efforts, no doubt convinced I was right “And shouldn’t want to be a girl”, that you would wake up empty of luck some Sundays, with doubts about yourself, true blue, your hunger for the “next great event”, you, a Milwaukee newspaper and radio sportrize.You had gained celebrity: you spoke at all kind of neighborhood gatherings. You earned nothing from what you gave me, Bill, (Canada immigration and a change of visa requires a lawyer)I work hard a lawyer so it’s adequate that, instead of legal chops, I donate this memorial. If this ceremony leaves you where I am, it will be grist for the mill of your all you are, what life is in small matters, for us large things. William Stewart Smith, you showed us many facts in the Chapter 3Arriving on my new team:I wanted to see my team immediately after my arrival at the UNIX machine lab. I liked to arrive at the laboratory when no one else was there; I was hoping to learn something that was not in the hands of the administration yet. When I arrived, I got some bad news. Two of my teammates were not Othello expert writers but only English and German. They were sitting in front of Othello, and Olga was pressing her gold hands against the laptop; she was a Russian graduate student and did not like such material inequality. She should be Othello expert writer. The punishment she got was that she had to do everybody’s homework. The behavior of my teammates was horrible, there were more than five “committed tos” on the board and none of the those were satisfied. I felt ashamed, looking at them. I remembered all the German oaths I had regularly studied in my evening classes, and I made one up then and there, “Alle Gestatten! I am sorry that I started my roll butting in right on the first day.” We knew what an incompetent team we had; I know that, I felt that. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Arriving in East Berlin was quite a different experience from arriving in North Berlin. The border between the two parts of Germany had not been a problem while I was a grad student in Germany. I went to Berlin a few times, I attended German classes and had a German teacher; the border was just a street marked by some stones. When I crossed it, I was immediately immersed in the different atmosphere and language; I looked forward to my German classes since they were always a part puzzle or game. There was a huge sign buzzing and flashing on the Berlin bridge,It was ragged; the newly cleaned walls of Brandenburg, the building of the border police, were filthy with old signs. I could hardly believe the magic of freedom. Although normally there is no difference whether you come from East or West Berlin at passport control, there was still a border between East and West, between two orders and two possibilities. I looked around. I didn’t see the same level of order I had always seen in West Berlin at the frontier, but I saw order. People politely walked along the road instead of running as if they were running for the passport control at the airport. There were no small kiosks full of trinkets; there were no touts trying to hire us out as prostitutes. I felt free. I was very attracted to the service and attention that you got at the inter-city trains and overnight trains.Entering one of these trains on the platform of the main station, one could see striking differences between the East and West: Western passengers always carried their passports or identity cards and knew where to go. Western passengers usually traveled in big groups or families; they occupied the most friendly group seats; they also carried big bags with them. It looked as if they had just returned from a camping holiday in the mountains. Western passengers even had their personal luggage trolleys. They were talking and gesticulating through their baggage trolleys so there was more communication from luggage. East Germans were leaner; they were traveling alone, carrying small bags. In the end, I saw a man without any baggage in Berlin Main Station, standing on the platform for the train for Berlin to Wolgast (or the other way around), waiting for a train that would carry him to a train that would carry him to work. Apparently, he took the last trolley and left it on the platform of the station. Some time later I noticed that he came back to the platform and took the trolley a few times to go off again, panting over and over as he came back to the wooden board. Finally he gave up. At Wolgast Station, the scene when he left his trolley was the same. He must have been squeezed by Russian passengers between the luggage he carried in his hands and the luggage piles in the corridors. At that time I didn’t realise that I had gotten on the train in the wrong direction; my luggage made me look like a well-off woman. As soon as I got on the train, I set up my accommodations, having slept outdoors more than once in the Russian provincial land; I slept on the floor with a sheet of paper between me and the floor. For long time of my stay in the East I moved among what looked like refugees, spending a lot of time in the way West Germans used to spend time in refugee camps, in trailers or railway arches. I was getting used to being dirty and tired. I spent at least one evening almost each week with the local wild boys, the glue-sniffers, the drunks and what-have-you.At this time I think we were the first Western students who came to the Lenin kollej and started learning there to work in the computer centre. I met a lot of people who worked there, especially Slavic people, although my thesis was about English automatic syntax analysis and these Slavs did not know English that well. There was not even one English expert writer at the Lenin kollej, it was my job to explain all the syntax of computer languages to the Slavs. East Germany in general was full of all kind of professional refugees from Germany who, at last, managed to find an escape from Stassunddekrapperreic, after wandering without work for years all over Europe. But, on the other hand the population of East Berlin was much younger than the population of West Berlin. It was full of young people, who had just come back from the army or other educational systems. They had encountered everything in their lives and they wore the experiences they had to mend, so they would not wear away that easily. It was a different philosophy, what made up their personality, so you cannot say that they had passed their youth in youth camps, where they had become familiar with their companions, they might just have been born during that time or right after it or right before the Berlin Wall went up. At the school there were not nice and polite people, like people in the dressing rooms at multinational Western companies, there were people who had lost their homes and family and after several years hopefully overdosed on heroin. Although my primary area was English syntax markers, there were many people from East Germany, who were passing by and were learning that there were five ways of saying “was”. It was particularly hard to understand how to say “kiedy, wtedy and wszedzie”, which are the common words, not only from English to German, German to Polish, Polish to Lithuanian and so on. One could get particularly picky after a few years, for instance the English verbal inflections on verbs like want and past tense weren’t usual in the language described in papers at the Lenin Kollej. Thus I had to explain even things, that are too obvious, like past tense sunrises. And they all looked at me as if they were looking at a person who did not know where the moon came from. This was, of course, a different country, different to West Germany or Czechoslovakia or the rest of Europe, but it was a big country, with a different culture, of course. It had the same symbols, but they lacked their applicability; they were only a formalism in their very impoverished implementation. They were prisoners of their soviet power brokers and their features were shattered.There were two vital issues that I had to deal with at the beginning of my employment at the Lenin Kollej. The first was that I felt that people didn’t trust me, especially the senior scientists, who were much younger than I. I was brainwashed to trust my bosses because one never knew who was after your job and if your boss was spending even three days at home he might be out on the street looking for a job, his job posting could appear on the notice board some minute later. This had been my experience from the university. Therefore people from East Germany did not trust people from the West. I never said anything to them, and I never said anything to them; I decided to lend my trust to the Soviet bosses.The second vital issue that I felt was in open conflict with scholarly work was the sociability which depended on the control over other people’s jobs and work. Nuclear power plants required the simplest war driven interests of superslow tempo that had extremely complicated ways of management. The officials arranged dinners for the new team members with “excellent specialists’ bosses” in order to influence the system. Soviet bosses were fully aware of what was going on and they were more than happy to preserve the communication sites between their office and the alleged experts. In this world of Byzantine networks the science was often in a passive position. Thus the system was confronting me with a major discrepancy of scholarly work and large-scale profitable initiatives like in large management systems. I soon realised that the scientific work was in conflict with the “swindling” business in this phenomenon of Big Science since at least ten years. It was exploited in every possible way in order to live up to the economical and political needs of the time. I could not resist this, and when I came to recognise what was going on around me during my employment I realised that “the interests of the State were protected above any personal considerations” in East Germany. However, aside from that the only honourable relationships were to be found in the scientific work at the Lenin Kollej after all. It began before one had become an expert on the Internet. I learned about the Internet before it was discovered

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