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Bernard Becker

Bernard Becker spent his childhood and youth in East Berlin and left for the West in 1976. He has lived in London for the last thirty years.

In the GDR

Bernard Becker, 15 December 2016

They came​ for me early in the morning on a grey November day in 1965, announcing themselves with a loud banging on the front door of my lodgings, a suburban house in Weimar. My landlady, a widow in her fifties and the owner of a gigantic black poodle (in the habit of greeting me by clamping his forelegs around one of my legs to masturbate and difficult to shake off), opened the door to two...

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