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by Henry Porter


  Yet it is also true that China and Russia had been ruled for long periods by ruthless old men and in China that summer between 800 and 1,200 demonstrators had been killed in Tiananmen Square. So it is important to understand that while the conditions seem favourable to us today, the German uprising was not ordained to succeed. The reality was that the protesters who met outside the Nikolaikirche in Leipzig every Monday evening might have been crushed by the Stasi at any step along the way, just like the students in Beijing. It’s still largely a mystery why the orders to suppress the demonstrations with all necessary force on 9 October were never carried out, though of course former leaders and members of the security forces have since tried to take credit for defying the high command in Berlin.

  We have also forgotten the curious nature of the East German state. Besides its fanatical pursuit of sporting glory, the obsessive militarism and religious faith in science and technology, the GDR possessed the most formidable intelligence services the world has ever seen. A population of just over 17,000,000 was served - if that’s the right word - by 81,000 intelligence officers belonging to the Ministerium für Staatssicherheit - or Stasi for short. There was very little in a person’s life that the Stasi could not reach. Some estimates put the number of informers at 1,500,000, which meant that every sixth or seventh adult was working for the Stasi by making regular reports on colleagues, friends and sometimes even lovers and relations.

  Run from a vast complex in Normannenstrasse, Berlin, the Stasi was a state within a state. It had its own football team, prisons, special shops selling foreign luxuries, holiday resorts, hospitals, sports centres and every sort of surveillance facility. Large and well-equipped regional offices were in every city. In Leipzig, where part of my story is set, thousands of pieces of mail were opened every day, over 1,000 telephones were tapped, and 2,000 officers were charged with penetrating and monitoring every possible group and organization. Their efforts were augmented by as many as 5,000 IMs- Inoffizielle Mitarbeiters, or unofficial collaborators - who were debriefed by Stasi controllers in some seventy safe houses around the city. In numbers this effort in Leipzig far exceeded the joint operations of Britain’s Security Service (MI5) and Secret Intelligence Service (MI6).

  The dismal paranoia of Erich Mielke’s organization is hard to imagine today. Suffice to say that even school children’s essays were examined for signs of political dissent at home, and in museums in Leipzig and Berlin you can still view the sealed preserving jars containing cloth impregnated with the personal smells of targeted dissidents. It has never been clear what use this archive was put to, but there is no better symbol of the Stasi’s powers of intrusion and absurdist obsession. The special equipment they made for themselves has a comic ingenuity about it: the cameras hidden in briefcases, petrol cans or the headlight of a Trabant car; a bugged watering can, which lay unregarded in one of the garden allotments outside Leipzig to catch anyone being disloyal as they tended their vegetables. The Stasi officers took delight in these gadgets and were in love with the shoddy business of spying on ordinary human beings who represented no threat to the state whatsoever. The breaking of spirits in Hohenschönhausen interrogation centre and at Bautzen prison, the persecution by rumour and lie, the destruction of relationships and careers, the crushing of individual creativity and talent, the tireless search for ‘hostile negative elements’ were all done in the name of security. East Germany was a truly dreadful place to live if you objected to the regime, or showed anything but craven loyalty to the state. Looking at the relatively crude surveillance apparatus sixteen years on, one wonders what the Stasi would have done with today’s technology - our tiny radio tracking devices, biometric identification, number recognition systems and the rapid processing power of surveillance computers. One thing’s for certain: the reformers in Leipzig would have had a much harder time of it.

  The GDR may have disappeared along with the Berlin Wall, the institutionalized vindictiveness and the slogans calling for ever greater sacrifice, yet East Germany is still very much in evidence today. You can walk around the soulless housing complexes in Dresden and Leipzig, visit Hohenschönhausen and Erich Mielke’s office in Berlin - now both museums - or in the forests of the south happen upon the huge secret installations of the Cold War, long ago abandoned by the Soviet army. The fabric of East Germany is still pretty much intact and, naturally, the people are there with their memories of one of the most efficient dictatorships of modern times.

  I have tried as far as possible to thread my story through the actual timeline of events that occurred between the beginning of September and the weekend of 11-12 November 1989. The dates for the closing of borders with Czechoslovakia, the transport of Eastern refugees to West Germany, the time and routes of demonstrations in Leipzig, and the sequence of events in Berlin on 9 November are all, I hope, accurate. I have also taken care to use the exact words spoken by Gorbachev on 6 October, by the priests officiating at the Nikolaikirche in Leipzig and by the people who took part in the crucial press conference held by Gunther Schabowski in East Berlin on 9 November. Extracts from broadcasts on both sides of the Wall that night are also word for word.

  Although this is clearly a work of fiction, some real people are portrayed. Erich Mielke, the head of the Stasi, makes a cameo appearance. I hope that I have done him justice. Lt Colonel Vladimir Putin was at the time of the action a KGB officer stationed in Dresden. His duties included spying on the city’s Technical University and after the Wall fell he was indeed responsible for rescuing certain sensitive files from the Stasi’s Dresden headquarters. But of course his role in this plot is entirely made up. My character Colonel Otto Biermeier is very loosely based on Colonel Rainer Wiegand, a courageous member of the Stasi’s counter-espionage directorate who revealed details of East Germany’s active collaboration with Middle Eastern terrorists to the West. In 1996 Wiegand was due to be the star witness in the trial of the perpetrators of the bombing of La Belle discotheque in West Berlin, when his car crashed in mysterious circumstances in Portugal killing both himself and his wife. It is assumed that he was murdered.

  How much the Eastern Bloc had to do with the Middle Eastern terrorism of the seventies and eighties is still largely unknown. The CIA successfully managed to attribute much of the responsibility for support of Arab terrorists to the Soviet Union. Now it appears the Russians were relatively innocent in the matter. The same was not true of the East Germans, who had a relationship with the late Abu Nidal and sheltered terrorists from Lebanon, Libya and Yemen. It is true that before the Wall came down Russia and America had begun to cooperate at a high level on Middle Eastern terrorism.

  The characters of Mike Costelloe and Lisl Voss are based on real people. When news of the Wall coming down hit London on 9 November 1989 both were attending an informal dinner held at Langan’s Brasserie for the West German intelligence service, prior to a briefing by Germans of the British Joint Intelligence Committee. The West German traitor on whom I have modelled Lisl Voss insisted that the fall of the Wall would not entail the end of the GDR.

  There was never anyone remotely resembling Dr Rudi Rosenharte working at the Dresden Gemäldegalerie during the eighties. Rosenharte’s background was inspired by an account of the Nazis’ Lebensborn programme in Caroline Moorehead’s excellent study of the Red Cross, Dunant’s Dream (HarperCollins).

  Finally, Schloss Clausnitz - the grand country house where Rudi and Konrad Rosenharte were taken as babies at the beginning of the war - is based brick for brick on Schloss Basedow, a huge pile in the Mecklenburg-Vorpommern region. I have moved it to the beech forests of southern Saxony.

  Henry Porter

  London, 2004

  Acknowledgements

  Thanks are due to Pamela Merrit, who read the manuscript and gave me unstinting encouragement, and to Jane Wood, my editor at Orion, Tif Loehnis of Janklow and Nesbitt, and Sophie Hutton-Squire, who all contributed greatly to Brandenburg’s final form. My research trips to East Germany would have been fa
r less easy, pleasant and effective without the help of Birgit Kubisch. I thank Christopher Hilton, author of the definitive history of the Berlin Wall (The Wall, the People’s Story - Sutton) for his introduction to her. Finally, I offer my gratitude to my wife Liz Elliot, who put up with the agonies of another book being written in her home, and to Lina Dias for all her support.

  Scores of books have been written on the GDR and fall of the Wall. These are some of the best. The Rise and Fall of the German Democratic Republic 1945-1990 by Mike Dennis (Longman), The Fall of the GDR by David Childs (Longman), The Stasi: the East German Intelligence and Security Service by D. Childs and R. Popplewell (Macmillan), The Stasi: Myth and Reality by Mike Dennis (Longman), The Stasi Files by Antony Glees (Free Press), Anatomy of a Dictatorship: Inside the GDR 1949-1989 by Mary Fulbrook (Oxford), Keine Gewalt!, a photographic record compiled by Norbert Heber and Johannes Lehmann (Verbum), Beyond the Wall: The Lost World of East Germany by Simon Marsden and Duncan McLaren (Little, Brown), and finally the hypnotizing Memoirs of a Spymaster: the Man Who Waged a Secret War Against the West by Markus Wolf with Anne McElvoy (Pimlico).

 

 

 


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