Yesterday, 60 years ago the construction of the Berlin Wall began.The GDR regime separated families & locked out freedom for good. How #ahnenstory great-uncle Alfons (pictured) then 27 years old, experienced this turning point, he told her in August 2001
From 1960 to 1961 I was at the officers' school of the People's Police (Volkspolizei) in Aschersleben in what was then the Halle district (now Saxony-Anhalt). On the evening of August 12th and after a whole day of lessons in politics, we went on to some exercise in the evening.
There was a football match against the district champions on the actual school premises that day. I was a passionate football player then and shot my team to victory with a 2:1 goal. Big cheers and applause, almost 800 spectators on the sports field - what a wonderful feeling.
But then the siren started: long - short - short.
For three minutes.
Alarm!
Everyone ran back from the field to the dormitory.Back in the dormitory we were instructed to put on our uniforms & shoulder a gun. I was assigned to a truck several comrades were already sitting on.
Around 20:30 a trek of almost 2.5 km left the city of Aschersleben - crews, guns, water cannons - I think we were roughly 1000 men.
The regiment was led by radio, nobody knew exactly where we were going or what had actually happened.
We arrived in Berlin around 6 a.m. on August 13, final destination. It became clear to me then that the reason for it all was that the capturing of West Berlin was imminent. By then we had heard rumours about it on and off.
At the assembly point I received ammunition, 72 rounds
After that, I was asked to take up my post.
So there I was on August 13, 1961, on the first floor of the war ruins of the former "Haus Vaterland" on Potsdamer Platz - ready to fire.
He arrived in Germany & what should later become the GDR in the 1940s. He & his family had fled initially from Wolhynia to Poland and later from there to Germany. They settled in Hathenow, near Seelower Höhen together with his 3 brothers & 2 sisters
They were actually 8 children, however they had to bury his twin siblings while fleeing.
In the 1950‘s he met my grandma Sigrid and moved north, to Demmin (Mecklenburg Vorpommern) but the family continued to be very close mostly due to the ties they made when fleeing their home
So, when help was needed, everybody was there.
That is also the reason why every year during the harvest season the family met. These long travels, from Demmin to Hathenow always included a visit to Berlin. A Berlin in the 1960s, a divided Berlin.
Although my cousin, born in March 1983, so the same year as I, just 8 months before, she was the only one of us two that actually became a real "Jungpionier", because she started school in 1989.
I on the other hand was denied this "award". Unbelievable! She also had the pleasure of eight weeks of summer vacation, at least once in her life.
I had my first day of school in August 1990, a few weeks before the German reunification.
So by then, the fall of the Berlin Wall was less than a year ago and I proudly displayed my white dress with its purple silk bow and uncomfortable patent leather shoes at the „Einschulung“ (first day of school).