Showing posts with label East Germany. Show all posts
Showing posts with label East Germany. Show all posts

Sunday, August 9, 2009

It's like she's staring into your soul

I found this great photo of a girl from East Germany circa 1968 on Flickr. I'm not sure if I could love it any more than I do now. And yes, that's her in the new banner photo.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

we live in EAST GERMANY

One of the reasons why I got my scanner was so I could scan and save things like this on the worldwide interwebs forever. I picked this little children's picture book up in a thrift store in Asheville, NC for .50 and it blew me away. It was published in the UK in 1985 and it's a piece of propaganda genius. It's an alleged look at the lives of some ordinary average East German citizens. They all extol the virtues of living in a Communist country that had to build a wall to keep it's citizens from fleeing to the west. If history is correct, and why wouldn't it be, then about half of the people in this book were informing on their friends, family, and neighbors to the secret police. However I'm inclined to think that 100% of them were Stasi snitches due to the fact that the government had such a tight control over the media in the former DDR and there's no way they would have let a writer talk to anyone who they did not approve of.



This is one of my favorite profiles in the book. It's a profile of a minister who has some odd ideas about religion, though I love her comments about fighting for peace and justice. Click on the picture to read her profile. (For some reason Blogger sucks ass today and you can only click on the second picture to make it bigger, so if you want to read all about this minister you'll have to go to the Flickr link I give below. Sorry.)
I've posted the rest of the people's profiles on Flickr if you want to see them. My other favorites are the hostel manager who looks like a sex offender, the Socialist rock band leader, and the little gal who is a gymnast. They really are a great snapshot into Cold War propaganda.

(On a weird related note, my blog buddy UberMILF put a link to a Dean Reed song in a comment on my religion post today. Dean Reed, for those of you who are not aware, was a cheesy American singer who was bigger than Elvis in the Soviet Bloc. He lived there for years and years and he died there as well, under mysterious circumstances. I guess great minds must think of East Germany at the same time.)