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by Marta Hillers




  A Woman in Berlin

  Eight Weeks in the Conquered City: A Diary

  by

  Marta Hillers

  1945

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  A Woman in Berlin

  Eight Weeks in the Conquered City: A Diary

  Copyright © 1945 Marta Hillers

  Paperback: 288 pages

  Published July 11th 2006 by Picador (first published 1945)

  Original Title: Eine Frau in Berlin: Tagebuch-Aufzeichnungen vom 20. April bis 22. Juni 1945

  ISBN 0312426119 (ISBN13: 9780312426118)

  Edition Language: English

  Setting: Berlin , 1945 (Germany)

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  For eight weeks in 1945, as Berlin fell to the Russian army, a young woman kept a daily record of life in her apartment building and among its residents. "With bald honesty and brutal lyricism" (Elle), the anonymous author depicts her fellow Berliners in all their humanity, as well as their cravenness, corrupted first by hunger and then by the Russians. "Spare and unpredictable, minutely observed and utterly free of self-pity" (The Plain Dealer, Cleveland), A Woman in Berlin tells of the complex relationship between civilians and an occupying army and the shameful indignities to which women in a conquered city are always subject--the mass rape suffered by all, regardless of age or infirmity.

  A Woman in Berlin stands as "one of the essential books for understanding war and life" (A. S. Byatt, author of Possession).

  ‘Evokes her situation with tense immediacy ... [it] is both an important work of social history and a remarkable human document. The diarist's spirit rises from the ashes of degradation as she reasserts her belief in her own physical strength and, ultimately, her wish to survive’ - Mark Bostridge, Independent on Sunday.

  ‘An extraordinary diary, an astounding piece of writing that we should be incredibly grateful survived . . . it is raw and as a result completely impossible to put down ... It is so rare to be able to read the minutiae of a woman's ·life in such extraordinary circumstances. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the page’ - Viv Groskop, Sunday Express.

  ‘Reading A Woman in Berlin in one afternoon is an unnerving sensory experience: the walls close in; the air thickens, shrieks from children playing nearby adopt a sinister air. This is an all­enveloping book, a lyrical personal journal ... it leaves a deep scar’ - Simon Garfield, Observer.

  ‘This is a book that does not go away when you've read the final page ... a gift of the utmost value to historians and students of the period. Her journalistic training is evident from her economy of language and eye for the telling detail, but her extraordinary lack of self-pity is all her own’ - Cressida Connolly, Daily Telegraph.

  A movie adaption was done in 2008.

  Contents

  INTRODUCTION

  TRANSLATOR’S NOTE

  FRIDAY, 20 APRIL 1945, 4P.M.

  SATURDAY, 21 APRIL 1945, 2A.M.

  SUNDAY, 22 APRIL 1945, 2A.M.

  MONDAY, 23 APRIL 1945, 9 A.M.

  TUESDAY, 24 APRIL 1945, AROUND NOON

  WEDNESDAY, 25 APRIL 1945, AFTERNOON

  THURSDAY, 26 APRIL 1945, 11 A.M.

  FRIDAY, 27 APRIL 1945. DAY OF CATASTROPHE, WILD TURMOIL – RECORDED ON SATURDAY MORNING

  TUESDAY, 1 MAY 1945, 3 P.M. LOOKING BACK ON SATURDAY

  LOOKING BACK ON SUNDAY, 29 APRIL 1945. RECORDED ON TUESDAY, 1 MAY

  LOOKING BACK ON MONDAY, 30 APRIL 1945. RECORDED ON TUESDAY, 1 MAY

  TUESDAY, 1 MAY 1945, AFTERNOON

  WEDNESDAY, 2 MAY 1945, AND THE REST OF TUESDAY

  THURSDAY, 3 MAY 1945, WITH THE REST OF WEDNESDAY

  AT NIGHT, BETWEEN THURSDAY 3 MAY AND FRIDAY 4 MAY

  Looking back on Friday, 4 May. Recorded on Saturday, 5 May

  SATURDAY, 5 MAY 1945

  SUNDAY, 6 MAY 1945

  MONDAY, 7 MAY 1945

  TUESDAY, 8 MAY 1945, WITH THE REST OF MONDAY

  WEDNESDAY, 9 MAY 1945, WITHOUT THE REST OF TUESDAY

  THURSDAY, 10 MAY 1945

  FRIDAY, 11 MAY 1945

  SATURDAY, 12 MAY 1945

  SUNDAY, 13 MAY 1945

  MONDAY, 14 MAY 1945

  TUESDAY, 15 MAY 1945

  WEDNESDAY, 16 MAY 1945

  THURSDAY, 17 MAY 1945

  FRIDAY, 18 MAY 1945

  SATURDAY, 19 MAY 1945

  PENTECOST, 20 MAY 1945

  MONDAY, 21 MAY 1945

  TUESDAY, 22 MAY 1945

  WEDNESDAY, 23 MAY 1945

  THURSDAY, 24 MAY 1945

  FRIDAY, 25 MAY 1945

  SATURDAY, 26 MAY 1945

  SUNDAY, 27 MAY 1945

  MONDAY, 28 MAY 1945

  TUESDAY, 29 MAY 1945

  WEDNESDAY, 30 MAY 1945

  THURSDAY, 31 MAY 1945

  FRIDAY, 1 JUNE 1945

  SATURDAY, 2 JUNE 1945

  SUNDAY, 3 JUNE 1945

  MONDAY, 4 JUNE 1945

  TUESDAY, 5 JUNE 1945

  WEDNESDAY, 6 JUNE 1945

  THURSDAY, 7 JUNE 1945

  FRIDAY, 8 JUNE 1945

  SATURDAY, 9 JUNE 1945

  SUNDAY, 10 JUNE 1945

  MONDAY, 11 JUNE 1945

  TUESDAY, 12 JUNE 1945

  WEDNESDAY, 13 JUNE 1945

  THURSDAY, 14 JUNE 1945

  FRIDAY, 15 JUNE 1945

  FROM SATURDAY, 16 JUNE TO FRIDAY, 22 JUNE 1945

  AFTERWORD BY THE GERMAN EDITOR

  INTRODUCTION

  In the early hours of 16 April 1945, civilians in the eastern quarters of Berlin were awoken by a distant rolling thunder. The vibrations were so strong that telephones began to ring on their own and pictures fell from their hooks. Women emerged slowly from their apartments and exchanged meaningful looks with neighbours. They hardly needed to speak. The long–awaited Soviet offensive had at last begun sixty miles to their east.

  One and a half million Red Army soldiers of Marshal Zhukov’s First Belorussian Front were bursting out from the bridgeheads on the west bank of the river Oder. Facing them were the desperate scrapings of the embattled Third Reich: mainly boys from the Hitler Youth, old men from the Volkssturm, groups of cadets from Luftwaffe military schools and a stiffening of veterans and SS. They had little ammunition, hardly any shells for their artillery and insufficient fuel for their few remaining armoured vehicles. Yet Goebbels, the Reich commissar for the defence of Berlin as well as minister of propaganda, had declared that the line of the Oder was a wall on which the 'Asiatic hordes’ would smash themselves. Surrender was out of the question. Himmler had just issued orders that any German male found in a house displaying a white flag be shot. The propaganda ministry organized graffiti squads, dressed as ordinary Germans, to paint slogans such as: ‘We will never surrender!’ and ‘Protect our women and children from the Red beasts!’

  The argument for fighting on was largely based on Goebbels’s own horror propaganda of enemy atrocities, which for once turned out to be no exaggeration. In the autumn of 1944, Soviet troops had made their first foray into East Prussia, laying waste to the village of Nemmersdorf before being repulsed by a German counter–attack. Goebbels had rushed forward camera teams to film the corpses of women and girls who had been raped and murdered by drunken Red Army soldiers. The images on the Nazi newsreels had been so appalling that many women presumed they were part of a gross exaggeration by the ‘Promi’, the propaganda ministry. But then, in late January and early February, after the main Soviet assault on East Prussia and Silesia, refugees passing th
rough Berlin recounted stories of rape, looting and murder on a terrifying scale. Yet many Berlin women, while certain that such things happened in the countryside and isolated communities, refused to believe that mass rape was possible in the public view of a capital city. Others, increasingly nervous, began rapidly to instruct young daughters in the facts of life just in case the worst happened.

  Berlin at the time contained just over two million civilians, of whom the large majority were women and children. It was typical of the crazed irresponsibility of the Nazi regime at this time that Hitler rejected any idea of evacuating them while there was still time. He openly disbelieved the military commander of Berlin who told him that there were 120,000 babies and infants left in the city and no provisions for a supply of milk. Consciously or unconsciously, Hitler appears to have imitated Stalin’s refusal to all ow the evacuation of civilians from Stalingrad in order to force his troops to defend the city more bravely.

  This diary, written by a 34–year–old journalist, begins on Friday, 20 April, four days after the opening bombardment. It was Hitler’s birthday. Nazi flags were raised over ruined edifices in the centre of the city, where US Air Force Flying Fortresses by day and RAF Lancasters by night had destroyed 90 percent of the buildings. Signs erected in Hitler’s honour proclaimed: ‘The Fighting City of Berlin Greets the Führer.’ Even Hitler’s military staff had no idea how close the fighting was. Soviet tank armies had now smashed their way through the German defences and were starting to encircle the city. The first shells from long–range artillery would land in the city’s northern suburbs that evening.

  The diary, which filled two exercise books and a clothbound notebook, continues for just over two months until 22 June. This period covers the bombardment, the brief streetfighting in most districts, Hitler’s suicide on 30 April, the surrender of the last pockets of resistance on 2 May and then the occupation of the city by the conquerors.

  This diary was first published anonymously in 1954 in an English translation in the United States and in Britain in 1955 by Seeker & Warburg. A German language edition followed five years later in Geneva, and was highly controversial in Germany. Some accused it of ‘besmirching the honour of German women’. Rape and sexual collaboration for survival were taboo subjects in that post–war period, when men firmly reasserted their authority.

  In 2003, A Woman in Berlin was republished in a new edition in Germany by Hans Magnus Enzensberger, one of Germany’s most distinguished men of letters, in his Die Andere Bibliothek series for Eichhorn and who adds the Afterword to this edition. It subsequently emerged that the decision to republish followed the death of the anonymous author in June 2001 at the age of ninety. She had not wanted another edition during her lifetime after the storm it had provoked. A few months after its republication, however, Jens Bisky; a prominent journalist and critic, claimed that he had discovered the identity of the anonymous diarist and named her as Marta Hiller. Enzensberger was furious and accused Bisky of ‘Skandal journalismus’. Though other journalists agree with Bisky and feel certain that Marta Hiller is the author, the only person to know for sure is Hannelore Marek, literary executor of the estate, who has at no point confirmed it. Bisky also cast certain doubts over the authenticity of the work, but Walter Kempowski, one of the most experienced editors of personal documents from the period, testified that he had examined all the original documents and the first typescript and was convinced that they were completely genuine.

  It was perhaps inevitable that doubts would be raised about this book, especially after the scandal over the fake Hitler Diaries. And the great bestseller of the 1950s, Last Letters from Stalingrad, was found to be fictitious over forty years after its first appearance. On reading the earlier edition of this diary for the first time in 1999, I instinctively compared my reactions to the Stalingrad letters, which I had read five years before. I had become uneasy about the supposed Stalingrad letters quite quickly. They were too good to be true. One, for example, milked the emotions with a letter about a German concert–pianist in Stalingrad whose fingers had been. broken. As soon as I was able to compare the published collection with genuine last letters from Stalingrad in the German and Russian. archives, I was certain that they were false. Yet any suspicions I felt obliged to raise about A Woman in Berlin were soon discarded. The truth lay in the mass of closely observed detail. The then anonymous diarist possessed an eye which was so consistent and original that even the most imaginative novelist would never have been able to reproduce her vision of events. Just as importantly, other accounts, both written and oral, which I accumulated during my own research· into the events in Berlin, certainly seemed to indicate that there were no false notes. Of course, it is possible that some rewriting took place after the event, but that is true of almost every published diary.

  One of the reasons for questioning the diary’s authenticity is its literary merit. The images are often striking. For example, the author describes young soldiers ‘wearing their cartridge belts like some barbaric adornment’. One might even suspect the felicity of its construction. All the main themes of the book are evoked in the first entry for 20 April. The civilians trapped in Berlin are deprived of meaningful news, yet they know that information on the western front, where the Americans have just reached the line of the Ethe, is by then irrelevant. ‘Our fate is rolling in from the east, ’she writes. ‘It will transform the climate, like another Ice Age.’ Yet ‘no one uses the word “Russians” any more. It refuses to pass our lips. ’She also notes that attitudes towards possessions have completely changed. People ‘no longer distinguish clearly between their own property and that of others.’ She finds a love letter written to a previous tenant. ‘A passionate love letter, which I flushed down the toilet.(Most of the time we still have water.) Heart, hurt, love, desire: how foreign, how distant these words sound now. Evidently a sophisticated, discriminating love–life requires three square meals a day. My sole concern as I write these lines is my stomach. All thinking and feeling, all wishes and hopes begin with food. ’In the queue at the bakery that morning she had heard rumours of the Red Army reducing the population of Silesia to starvation. She also realizes that the lack of electricity and gas has reduced modern conveniences from lights, cookers and hot water boilers to useless objects. At this moment we’re marching backwards in time. Cave–dwellers.’ Soon, they are all looting stores and shops as the imminent Soviet onslaught and collapse of Nazi power leaves society disintegrating into communities based on each building.

  The author’s character comes through clearly in her writing. In contrast to the totally closed mind of Nazi Gleichschaltung, she was liberal and open–minded. She disliked the mindless xenophobia of the regime as much as its military machismo. In her twenties, she had travelled around Europe and had even visited the Soviet Union, where she picked up a basic knowledge of Russian. This was to prove vital once the Red Army arrived. Everyone in the apartment building came to her, expecting to be saved from the depredations of usually drunken soldiers. This put her in the front line. Apart from the bravery and resilience she demonstrated, her account reveals the close relationship between an enquiring mind and intellectual honesty. It is this quality which makes the diary so impressive and so important.

  The author is a brilliant observer of her fellow members of the basement ‘clan’, the strange community transferred from life above ground in their apartments to a troglodyte existence in their communal air–raid shelter. They have buckets and every other form of receptacle filled with water ready to put out a fire, yet, if the building above them were to burn, such precautions would make little difference.

  But the biggest fear is what will happen when the Russians arrive. One ‘young man in grey trousers and horn–rimmed glasses’, turns out on closer inspection to be a woman, hoping to save herself from the attention of Red Army soldiers. Other young women try to make themselves appear old and dirty in the vain hope of repelling lust.

  Still, the black humour of Berliners res
urfaces from time to time. Before Christmas, they had joked about that season’s presents: ‘Give something useful, give a coffin.’ The other witticism, soon out of date as the Soviet armies surrounded Berlin, was that optimists were learning English and pessimists learning Russian.

  Deference to the Nazi regime collapses along with an administration that can no longer protect its subjects. Ration cards may still be stamped, but only out of bureaucratic habit. Although a few diehards proclaim their confidence in Hitler, even they no longer speak of the Führer any more. They refer simply to ‘he’ and ‘him’. The propaganda ministry’s premises of victory and a bright future fool nobody; yet many still suffer from that powerful human desire for hope in the face of all logic. The diarist is more realistic. She glimpses a few German soldiers. ‘That was the first time I saw real front–line men– all of them old. The carts were pulled by Polish ponies, darkcoated in the rain. The only other freight they’re hauling is hay. Doesn’t look much like a Blitzkrieg any more.’

  She is always intrigued by paradox. ‘These are strange times,’ she writes. ‘History experienced firsthand, the stuff for tales yet untold and songs unsung. But seen up close, history is vexing– nothing but burdens and fears. Tomorrow I’ll go and look for nettles and get some coal.’

  The only physical description of herself is: ‘a pale–faced blonde always dressed in the same winter coat’, yet she is meticulous in recording her feelings out of an almost forensic curiosity. I’ve had to cope with my fear of death. The symptoms are always the same. First, the sweating beads up my hairline, then I feel something boring into my spine, my throat gets scratchy, my mouth goes dry, my heart starts to skip. My eyes are fixed on the chair leg opposite, memorizing every turned bulge and curve. It would be nice to be able to pray.’ Her reason for writing all this is quite simple. ‘It does me good, takes my mind off things.’ She also thinks of showing her account to her erstwhile fiancé, Gerd, ‘if he comes back’.

 

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