Last weekend turned out to have the curious theme of GDR memory. On Saturday night I went to a bar with Natalie and her boyfriend, who is visiting, that was full of GDR kitsch--posters and banners and bottles and all manner of GDR decorated paraphernalia decorated the walls, and I got a coaster in the shape of a red star with my beer. It was all very congenial and cozy and fun. But, before I could get to carried away with GDR nostalgia, I was reminded of the much darker side of GDR life when I visited the former Stasi (secret police) headquarters on Sunday, where there is now a museum and memorial to those who were tortured, killed, and imprisoned in their opposition to the regime. They had some interesting exhibits showing spying apparati Stasi
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