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I stand at the window every night and look out. This is no life anymore. I can’t eat properly anymore, I can’t sleep. Not all Germans are bad, but when I see four of them together, I cross the street.
You should have seen what they used to cart out of the Intershops. Video recorders and Adidas sneakers. Stuff we could only dream of. And then they’d tell us they didn’t have any money. To put it bluntly, we’ll be glad when they are gone.
Neighbors 15-piece photographic work, 1991