06Oct2011
Behind the wall…
Posted by timezoneone
To satisfy Tatts (as well as google), here’s a story that includes childhood, communism and permanent damage:
We used to have this thing called ‘Pioneertreffen’. It was basically a huge gathering of the best pupils and principals from every school in the country. It was an honor to be invited and usually worked as a good incentive to achieve better grades as it was common knowledge that the daily food rations at the ‘Treffen’ included orange and vanilla flavored milk in small cartons from West Germany. And I got to go to one of these festivals. The ’8. Pioniertreffen in Karl-Marx Stadt’ in 1988. Not for my outstanding educational achievements but because I was in a choir. We were invited to come along and even got a chance to perform at one of the main conferences, in front of all the head-of-departments and school principals.
So off we went, our choir uniform ironed and vocal cords warmed up. I remember having a great time with all the other over-achievers and otherwise talented young folk, until I was told that I was the lucky one chosen to sing a solo at our scheduled performance. So suddenly there I was, at the front of the stage, looking down into the sea of teachers and political leaders, while the stage lights were burning my scalp off and making me sweat in my lovely uniform (white starched shirt, bandana accurately folded around the neck, reversible skirt – one side creamy yellow, the other pink) praying to the gods of communism that I don’t screw up….
That was incidentally also the moment I swore never to sing in public again… I did get a couple of extra bananas in my food parcel though, so that made up for all the pain.
Pioniere Seid Bereit…….. Immer Bereit!

















