Linke is on the other side of the blue border. Dorit linke - on the other side of the blue border

26.09.2021

To my brother Bert

JENSEITS DER BLAUEN GRENZE

Any use of text and illustrations is permitted only with the consent of the publisher.

On the other side of the blue border

We will meet Saxxy at Kurfürsten damm. And he will have the same hairstyle with long bangs. And his BMW will be old and rumpled. But that won't bother Saxxy at all. And us too. We will be terribly happy to see you. And we will be terribly proud of each other.

Our bags are hidden under a rose hip bush. If anyone discovers them, write it up. The flask is fastened to the belt by my mother's strap with a gold buckle. She will not miss him, he is old and scary.

Now you have to wait for the right moment and jerk, then fall and crawl - just like once in the pioneer military sports game.

Around - border area. Behind - a warning sign: “Forbidden zone! Entry and entry are strictly prohibited. "

The location was good, away from the patrol tower. Grandfather said that the main thing is not to be seen by the patrols who will walk along the shore. And cars with searchlights will also drive, they illuminate the coast for kilometers. But after an hour of work, they are turned off - for cooling, as the grandfather explained. It is during this time that you need to reach the water.

More precisely, to a large stone near the water, you can hide behind it. It is not far from it, the strip of sand here is not as wide as in Warnemünde. Well, it is not difficult to hide from the searchlights in the water - you just need to dive.

I left a note for my mom, put it under the blanket. I don't want her to worry. But, of course, she will not be able not to worry. Will be waiting by the pool, not suspecting that I am in a completely different place. Yesterday I almost betrayed myself: I cut off the conversation when they started showing the weather forecast. Usually he doesn't care for me.

Fehmarn Island is fifty kilometers away, and the distance is rather big. But if the current helps, we can swim in twenty-five hours. Now the wind is blowing from the coast. If only it would continue like this! We start when it gets dark, and at dawn, when the boats move in search of the fugitives, we'll be far enough away.

If a patrol approaches, we'll just dive deeper and breathe through the tubes, I extended them yesterday with pieces of a garden hose. While I was busy with them in the basement, Frau Lewandowski's neighbor came and asked why. I wove something to her about carp in our lake - they say, I want to observe them in their natural environment.

The water temperature is nineteen degrees. It's good. When we sail from the coast, it will get colder, and no matter how much you train, it will still be very difficult. But we can handle it. We can do this. Finally sailing soon! I am excited and at the same time calm, focused on the future.

Andreas is pale. It’s so good that he’s here! I couldn't have done it without him. He smiles at me, but I feel: he is scared. Me too. You just can't think about it.

Andreas holds the Black Felucca in his hand. This is for our Saxxy Yensi. The only Mosaic comic book that is missing from his collection. It came out in November eighty-second. You won't find this in the West, and we simply have to deliver it to Saxxy. We promised.

The cover features pirates, fishing boats, high waves, a lighthouse and people in turbans. Andreas looks at her, the picture turning blue in the deepening twilight. Surely he wants to open and flip through the comic, but this is impossible - it is sealed in a plastic bag.

I put a note with my parents' phone in the book. If something happens to us and someone finds a comic, they will know where to call.

What would Saxxy say if he saw now how we hide in the dunes, peering into the sea? I feel like I'm all burning with excitement. It feels good.

I am happy: we are about to start! After many months of preparation, for the first time I feel at ease, almost carefree. I close my eyes and inhale deeply. It smells of salt water and algae ... I open my eyes again. Between me and the mirror-smooth surface of the sea, rose hips sway, a little further away - sedge and reeds.

Saxxy Yensi would have kept us - he is such a coward! Suddenly I remember - I involuntarily smile - how in math class I poured rosehip seeds by his collar. Well, he was scratching himself, jumping up and down! The teacher kicked him out of the class.

Andreas unzips the zipper of the wetsuit and hides the comic book inside, to the documents: passport, birth certificate, report card for the tenth grade. My papers are also between a wetsuit and a swimsuit. In the West, after all, it will certainly be necessary to somehow verify our identity.

Andreas seems to have noticed my gaze. He unfastens the zipper again, takes out the Feluga and hands it to me.

“Take it,” he says quietly. - You swim better.

This is true. Fear grips me again. I can't bring myself to reach out.

“Well, take it,” he insists.

Our fingers touch, the comic passes from hand to hand.

I swallow hard, stare at the sea. There is no strength to look at Andreas.

“We’ll succeed,” I say.

We repeat these words to each other all the time. It is important. It will be difficult, very difficult. But we must believe that everything will end well, otherwise we will not survive.

We move out at twenty-one, as soon as the moon sets. It is barely visible between the trees - a slender crescent of a newborn month. There is practically no light from it, but all the same - it is better to wait for complete darkness. That's what my grandfather said.

Light wind blows from the southeast. Just what you need.

It was a good day, sultry and hot. We arrived early. It was not worth appearing at dusk - unnecessary suspicions might arise.

First we swam, then we ate ice cream on the boardwalk, in the crowd of tourists. I felt like a liar. It was an ordinary summer day on the Baltic Sea for everyone - but not for us. We looked at the blue water and we knew that O will happen tonight.

At some point, I got distracted. Forgetting everything, I licked ice cream, looked at a little boy playing with a ball, felt the warmth of the sun, breathed in the smells of summer - and at that moment I was happy ... carousel.

Before lunch, we tried to sleep a little on the beach among the dunes, because we won't have to sleep at night. But nothing came of it - we were too worried. I only managed to doze off for a while. Andreas tossed and turned for a long time, but he could not relax.

Then we went to the dining room and ate pasta with tomato sauce. Athletes always eat pasta, they provide a supply of energy. And we drank a lot of water, because we can take just a little of it with us.

Andreas touches my hand.

Below, on the beach, there are two light spots. Come on!

Andreas and I are sinking deeper into the bushes. He held his breath, I also completely turn to stone, pull my head in, not even daring to cast a glance in the direction from where the male voices are coming from. This is the border patrol - it regularly goes around the beach in search of anything suspicious. If they have a dog with them, they will find us, and everything will end before it can begin.

The border guards speak quietly, words cannot be made out. The quivering beams of pocket flashlights carefully search the beach, crawling closer and closer. Andreas snuggles up to me. The light slides through our bushes, almost touching us.

And suddenly it goes out. The men stop. The dog is not with them - that's lucky!

One of them clears his throat. Why don't they move on? My heart is pounding so hard that I’m scared: what if they hear it? As in the story by Edgar Poe.

To my brother Bert

JENSEITS DER BLAUEN GRENZE

Any use of text and illustrations is permitted only with the consent of the publisher.

© Magellan GmbH & Co. KG, Bamberg, Germany

© Komarova V.V., translation into Russian, 2017

© Ermoltsev D., afterword, 2017

© Edition in Russian, design. Samokat Publishing House LLC, 2017

On the other side of the blue border

We will meet Saxxy at Kurfürsten damm 1
Kurfürsten damm - boulevard in Berlin; during the years of the division of the city - the shopping center of West Berlin. ( Hereinafter, note. per.)

And he will have the same hairstyle with long bangs. And his BMW will be old and rumpled. But that won't bother Saxxy at all. And us too. We will be terribly happy to see you. And we will be terribly proud of each other.

Now you have to wait for the right moment and jerk, then fall and crawl - just like once in the pioneer military sports game.

Around - border area. Behind - a warning sign: “Forbidden zone! Entry and entry are strictly prohibited. "

To Fehmarn Island 2
Fehmarn is an island in the Baltic Sea, the territory of the Federal Republic of Germany.

- fifty kilometers, the distance is rather big.

But if the current helps, we can swim in twenty-five hours. Now the wind is blowing from the coast. If only it would continue like this! We start when it gets dark, and at dawn, when the boats move in search of the fugitives, we'll be far enough away.

Andreas is pale. It’s so good that he’s here! I couldn't have done it without him. He smiles at me, but I feel: he is scared. Me too. You just can't think about it.

Andreas holds the Black Felucca in his hand. This is for our Saxxy Yensi. The only issue of the Mosaics comics 3
"Mosaic" ( Mosaik) Is a popular comic book series. It began to appear in the GDR in 1955 and continues to this day in the united Germany.

Which is missing from his collection. It came out in November eighty-second. You won't find this in the West, and we simply have to deliver it to Saxxy. We promised.

I put a note with my parents' phone in the book. If something happens to us and someone finds a comic, they will know where to call.

What would Saxxy say if he saw now how we hide in the dunes, peering into the sea? I feel like I'm all burning with excitement. It feels good.

Andreas seems to have noticed my gaze. He unfastens the zipper again, takes out the Feluga and hands it to me.

“Take it,” he says quietly. - You swim better.

This is true. Fear grips me again. I can't bring myself to reach out.

“Well, take it,” he insists.

Our fingers touch, the comic passes from hand to hand.

I swallow hard, stare at the sea. There is no strength to look at Andreas.

“We’ll succeed,” I say.

We repeat these words to each other all the time. It is important. It will be difficult, very difficult. But we must believe that everything will end well, otherwise we will not survive.

Light wind blows from the southeast. Just what you need.

It was a good day, sultry and hot. We arrived early. It was not worth appearing at dusk - unnecessary suspicions might arise.

Andreas touches my hand.

Below, on the beach, there are two light spots. Come on!

And suddenly it goes out. The men stop. The dog is not with them - that's lucky!

One of them clears his throat. Why don't they move on? My heart is pounding so hard that I’m scared: what if they hear it? As in the story by Edgar Poe.

A light flashes, this time quite faint, its reflection falls on the face of one of the border guards. A slight smell of cigarette smoke is heard. Both patrolmen walk slowly on through the sand.

“Damn…” Andreas catches his breath. - Has carried ...

The wind is cool and I'm starting to freeze. What will it be like in the water? We have already rubbed ourselves with Vaseline - we have exhausted more than ten tubes. It was Ulrich who advised not to feel sorry for him. In water, the body cools four times faster than in air. To avoid muscle contraction, you need to swim quickly. Our physics teacher, Herr Kowalski, would say that there must be a balance between heat production and heat loss. Petroleum jelly will help reduce these losses.

I bought tubes at the pharmacy, two each time, so as not to be conspicuous. But the last time the saleswoman looked at me so strangely that I was frightened. And I didn't go there anymore.

You can't wear much under a wetsuit, it's too tight. Under mine is a swimsuit, a T-shirt and tights. They're already full of holes, so Mom won't be angry that I took them out of her closet.

What would Ulrich say if he saw us now? I hope he didn't give us away.

Empty vaseline tubes, along with our belongings and bags, are hidden in the bushes. After some time they will be found and the alarm will be raised, but this will not be today.

And tomorrow at the same time we will probably already be on Fehmarn.

Every now and then the searchlights turn on, pouring bright light on the sand and our bushes. Then darkness again. The month is no longer visible.

Andreas rustles with something. Well, clearly, it checks for the last time to see if everything is packed well. He has a bag attached to his belt with four dark chocolate bars in it - Saxxy would be jealous! But a plastic tube with anesthetic pills would not have caused any envy, as well as a roll of waterproof adhesive tape ... And he would never have guessed why we need a roll of nylon cord.

“Wrap the bag around the chocolate and scotch tape,” I whisper. - So that the water does not leak.

“I see,” Andreas mutters back and pulls the hood of his wetsuit over his head, under which his blond curls disappear. Puts on a lead belt. On the neck - swimming goggles, in the hand - a snorkel and fins. Straight James Bond, grim and determined.

I'm probably not much different from him, only my wetsuit has no hood. Instead, I pull on a navy blue rubber cap. It reduces water resistance and protects against cold. I borrowed the wetsuit from Frank. He also gave me a compass - here it is, on my left wrist.

- Check, are your ears well closed? I ask quietly.

Andreas knows all this very well, but does not interfere with repeating. Water in the ears can be a big problem.

- And close your forehead to the very glasses, he is very sensitive to the cold.

I pull on my black gloves. When you swim, your hands should be invisible, dark so that they cannot be seen. I pick up my snorkel and fins. We will put them on our socks already in the water. Ulrich said this would help avoid chafing.

Blinding spotlights creep across the sand. We are waiting for when they will finally be turned off.

“If only your grandfather wasn't wrong,” Andreas whispers. Because of the rubber cap, I can barely hear what he says.

My grandfather helped me choose the right place to start. He didn't suspect anything, even when I asked: if he decided to run across the sea, where would he start from?

He was delighted with such a question - it is completely normal for him to discuss such topics. And he told about one sandy beach, not narrow and not wide, with large boulders near the water and overgrown dunes. We went by bus from Rostock to Kuhlungsborn and came to this beach. Grandfather walked among the sunbathers, waving a stick and exclaiming: “Yes, yes, right here! And in no case further to the west, there is a border guard on the border on the cape! "

What would he say if he was here now? Would you support me? Would you give me more advice?

I do not take my eyes off the moving beam of the searchlight, and it seems to me that I see my grandfather on the beach brandishing a stick. It was only about a month and a half ago!

Suddenly a black night reigns. The spotlight disappeared. So it's time. Here it is, our chance!

“Grandfather was right,” I whisper.

Andreas clears his throat.

- How did he know?

From Comrade Johnson, Border Guard Officer. Once a month, the grandfather goes to the bowling alley with him, pumps him up with brandy and asks about everything that happens at the border. So the information we have is, one might say, first-hand. If only the grandfather had not composed anything. And this cannot be ruled out: he, unfortunately, often bears no one knows what.

Andreas touches my hand, makes it clear: it's time!

Without getting up, I am all selected, ready to start. Andreas is next to me.

“Don't forget that we're not sailing,” I remind. - Feet - like a crawl, and hands - breaststroke.

In no case should we be noticed. This means that while we are in the border waters, we need to make as little noise as possible.

If only Andreas could handle b O the greater buoyancy of the water. After all, he will swim for the first time in a wetsuit. A wetsuit and a weighting belt were smuggled into him by relatives from Germany, and the package arrived only two weeks ago.

Ulrich gave me such a belt.

Somewhere in the branches of a tree above us, a starling is singing. The ringing song flies into the darkness, intertwines with the rustle of leaves, chokes for a second and appears again, now louder, now quieter. The starling will sing here tomorrow ...

I look at the water, into the velvet blackness of the waves running on the shore, I hear their quiet noise.

- Let's! Andreas whispers.

I rush to run in my socks on the sand. It is deep in the dunes, my feet are ankle-deep, I almost fall. Andreas follows me, stumbles, lands on his hands. I run on, the sand flies into my eyes.

Finally we are behind a stone! .. Freeze, listen to the night, breathing heavily. I smell algae, and with my knee - the sharp edge of some kind of shell. Here, by the water, the wind blows more tangibly and the sound of the sea is stronger - the splash of waves can be heard from everywhere, although the waves themselves are almost invisible. I can still hear the song of the starling ... Or is it just me?

The heart is beating like crazy, although we have not swum even a meter.

You can still return - right now, while no one noticed us.

We are entering the water. It is warmer than the air, which cools down quickly after sunset. We go slightly bent over. I giggle nervously, although now it’s no laughing matter: if they turn on the spotlight, they’ll see us for sure, whether we ducked or not. But, fortunately, everything remains in the dark.

When the water reaches my thighs, I stop. Andreas too. I take off my gloves and, holding them between my teeth, pull on my fins. It’s difficult, they don’t want to get on their heels. Probably, it would be better to do it on the shore, but then it would be inconvenient to walk in shallow water, To make it easier to pull, I sit on the bottom.

Unpleasantly cold water immediately seeps into the wetsuit, seeping between clothing and rubber skin. But soon it will rise to body temperature and begin to act as an insulating agent.

Finally! The fins are on. I get to my feet again. Due to the current, the bottom looks like a washboard, you can feel it even through the fins.

I put on my glasses, slide the tube through the loop of the strap to secure it.

Andreas takes a nylon cord from his bag and hands it to me. I tie a cord around his left wrist, pulling the knot tight. The other end of the cord is on your right wrist. Now we will not get lost and will be able to send signals to each other.

I still have my gloves in my teeth. The fur pricks the lips. I pull on my gloves, hands trembling with excitement. Now everything will start ...

I put the mouthpiece of the pipe in my mouth. It presses on the gums, but this is normal and will pass after a while. At least that's how it was in training. Only I have never snorkeled for more than eight hours.

“I'm ready,” Andreas whispers.

I fit the flask more comfortably on my stomach. Mom's strap holds her tight. If only she did not interfere with the movements. I could not train with her - neither in the pool, nor in the sea. If someone noticed that I was swimming with a flask, they would immediately be arrested.

I turn around and look at the shore.

Last time I got a hard bottom under my feet. When else will we feel it again?

I kick off with my feet and swim. A few meters later, cold salt water flows under the glasses. I swear softly. You can never get them on right the first time! I have to get up and adjust my glasses. Looking for the bottom with my feet. It can only be felt with the tips of the fins, but I can handle it anyway.

“My bag is loose,” Andreas whispers. He also has to stop and correct her.

I raise my glasses, water pours out of them. I press on the cups of my glasses to squeeze out the air and create a reduced pressure. It is a little unpleasant for the eyes, but the water will no longer flow. And this is the most important thing.

I move my legs slowly, I feel the fins push the water apart. I increase the range of motion - not much so that the fins stay below the surface. The flask on the stomach gets in the way, but bearable.

The light sound of the waves is drowned out by my breath. There is a tube in the mouth, because of this it is heard especially clearly.

I do breaststroke movements with my hands - it's not easy if my legs are moving with a crawl, but I gradually get used to it. Hands feel the resistance of the water. It is larger than in the pool - this is because the water is salty.

I go under the water, exhale, relax. The water brings me back to the surface.

Andreas's flippers are slapping nearby. He notices this and goes deeper. No loud sounds can be produced now.

I breathe through the tube - this is how I save on turning my head to inhale. Every movement is a waste of energy.

After a few meters, I notice what I already know: swimming in the sea is not at all the same as swimming in a pool. And Ulrich is not around, no one gives directions and advice. We can only rely on our own strength.

I hear the lapping of the waves hitting my body. Air bubbles rise from the dark depths.

We are slowly sailing out into the open sea, to the north ...

* * *

- What records do you want to break?

Ulrich, in an orange tracksuit and red flip flops, winked at me from the side of the pool.

I pulled the glasses off my head:

- Enough for today.

- Come on, and so you have been swimming for three hours. Did you count the tracks?

- One hundred seventy nine.

Ulrich narrowed his eyes.

“One hundred seventy-nine times fifty meters is eight thousand nine hundred and fifty meters. Wow! Get out and march into the shower!

I got out. The back of the head and right shoulder ached from the cold water, and they creaked strangely as they moved.

- Frank and I are now going to the diner around the corner, we will play rummy. Do you want to join us?

I nodded, grabbed a towel and headed to the shower room. In the corridor, as always, there was a draft. After standing for several minutes under hot water, hastily dried herself off, dressed and went out into the street.

Familiar swimmers stood in front of the pool and talked.

- Bye, - I threw them and turned the corner to the cafe.

Ulrich and Frank were already seated at the table, a deck of cards in front of them.

Ulrich turned to the bar.

“Coke kids, beer coach,” he told the bartender. Then he immediately handed out the cards - I didn't even have time to sit down.

It was heavily smoked inside. In the corner, three men were playing ramp, and at the bar a woman was sipping beer from a large mug. About my mother's age, heavily dyed, combed hair. She stared at Ulrich, only he didn't notice. The music played softly - " The power of love Jennifer Rush

“You didn't dry your hair,” Ulrich said reproachfully.

- It's warm here.

“Oh, I'll catch a cold,” he shook his head. - Frank, it concerns you too!

Frank also sat with wet hair. He immediately pulled his head in and hid behind the cards.

I got a good deal: king of the cross, jack, ten.

- Why do you train so much at all? Frank asked, peering out from behind the maps. He was looking past me - because of a squint.

- Just.

- Isn't it boring to just swim back and forth, without any purpose?

The Queen of Spades was not enough for a good combination. I dropped seven of hearts.

- I swim and think about something interesting.

A bartender in a sports jacket brought in and silently distributed drinks to us.

Ulrich gave me a quick glance over the maps.

- About what?

- About books. Or remembering a poem, ”I answered absently.

Frank scratched the back of his head thoughtfully. Ash hair stood up erect.

“It's better than thinking about the bottle openers you churn out at the factory,” Ulrich said, going over his cards.

Frank lowered his eyes in embarrassment. Unlike me, he was not suspended from the matriculation exams, and he got it. Leaning back in my chair, I solemnly, like an announcer at a May Day demonstration, announced:

- Every day I overfulfill the norm. If this continues, I can go to the industrial design school. Maybe two years from now.

Frank opened his cards. We stared at them.

Frank finished his Coke in one gulp and headed to the toilet.

- You cheated! Ulrich called after him. The bartender poured the lady another beer. Foam poured over the edge.

Ulrich shuffled the deck without looking at me.

- If you do not slow down the pace of training, Hannah, soon you will really be able to swim to Geser. 4
Geser is the closest Danish port to the GDR.

He began to deal out cards, I took them one by one.

- You can try.

Ulrich drank from the glass. One eye twitched funny.

“There will be only one attempt,” he said quietly.

Frank returned and sat down in his chair.

“That's what I was thinking, Hannah,” he announced. - What if you want to train in Varno 5
Varno is a river in the city of Rostock.

Instead of a pool? I can give you my wetsuit.

Ulrich froze, cards in hand, and looked at me.

“Yes,” I nodded to both of them. - Want. I will swim along the river upstream and downstream.

"Upstream and downstream ..." Ulrich echoed.

“Then I'll bring the suit on Friday,” Frank summed up and took his cards.

He won this round too. I didn't want to play anymore, and we left.

On the street it was pouring like a bucket. A bus pulled around the corner and Frank rushed to the bus stop. I was about to run too, but Ulrich stopped me.

- Wait, I'll give you a lift.

- Don't, it's such a hook!

But he, not listening, dragged me to his old, breathing in incense Skoda. Climbing into the car, I hit my head on the counter - I was so tired during training that even the coordination of movements was disturbed.

On the other side of the blue border

So, the book "On the Other Side of the Blue Border" tells about two teenagers , Hannah and Andreas, who decided to escape from the harsh socialist GDR to the Federal Republic of Germany through the Baltic Sea. Yes, yes, you heard right - swim for tens of hours through the cold strata of salt water to the ghostly hope of leaving the gray hopeless reality.

To be honest, unlike many other teen books, the characters in this one are motivated. Sadly, writers often don't bother to mention the characters' reasons for doing something risky. It seems to adults that teenagers are like that, don't feed them their bread, just let them do something deadly or illegal. But this is, of course, game. But the heroes of Dorit Linke have reasons. And so Hannah and Andreas are close to me in spirit, and I like to imagine them - tall and slender, Hannah - with short straight hair to the shoulders and in an oversized jacket, Andreas - with thick golden hair and shadows under his eyes. During the time with these guys, I became so close that I can't dare call them characters. Characters are cardboard dolls that obey the hand of the author-puppeteer. Hannah and Andreas are alive.

The same cannot be said about Saxxy. I can’t miss this bookish sin, if you don’t ask. Saxxy is a whiner, a coward and a mean soul in reality. Apparently, the author was trying to betray the character (who is the character, so the character) the image of a sort of little brother for Hannah and Andreas, the one who always blurt out all sorts of nonsense and gets into alterations. In theory, such a character should evoke affection. But no. The image of Saxxy is so unpleasant that it feels like they are trying to feed me a piece of log under the guise of candy. Well, no, I won't swallow that.

But besides Saxxy, there is Hannah and Andreas. And the gray reality of West Germany, excellently described by the author [author's typo]. Seriously, I felt it with all my soul, with all my body - it is an oppressive weight on my shoulders, the weight of a lack of choice and a monotonous monotonous future. It is clear how the guys decided to take such a desperate step.

The journey through the Baltic Sea itself is described dynamically, easy to read and fast. Several times you can catch yourself chewing your nails to the ground, pulling out all the hair on your chest, or biting your lips until they bleed (depending on the nervous habits of the reader). At first I thought that swimming for 20-30 hours is nonsense, and even for trained swimmers, and even in wetsuits, with food, water and pills, it’s generally a trifling matter! And now you understand that I know about swimming in the sea, but what a sin to hide - about swimming in principle, I only know from the cartoon "Nemo" and two lessons of physical education in the pool. Who would have thought how difficult it is! How extremely exhausting it is when the breathing tube has rubbed the gums to blood, when the muscles are petrified, when the stomach contracts, pushing the salt water out of itself ... How deadly it is, finally.

My expectations were not met at all. I expected that when they did feel the bottom under their feet, both would cry. That when they get to the shore, they will lean back and lie for a long time, letting the waves run over their feet, and gaze into the sky. That when they get well, they will definitely embrace, and Andreas will squeeze Hannah in his arms so badly in the ribs. But how painfully the book hit my expectations!

What is the blue border after all? Is this the Baltic Sea separating the dull reality from the fairy tale? Or is this the line between the world of the living and those who have disappeared forever in pursuit of a dream? And if in the first case we are trying with all our might to break through the blue border, then we will never wish to cross the second.

Jun 12, 2017

On the other side of the blue border Dorit Linke

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Title: On the other side of the blue border

About the book "On the other side of the blue border" by Dorit Linke

Dorrit Linke is a professional German writer who was present at the fall of the Berlin Wall. It was this historical event that formed the basis of her debut novel entitled “On the Other Side of the Blue Border”. Many years have passed since this event, but new facts continue to emerge today, not allowing the past to be left where it belongs. Many have heard of those who tried to flee Germany at that time, be it the eastern or western republic. And many people know how many people died trying to save their lives. Linke's book tells only a small part of what happened at that terrible time.

The novel takes place in 1989. The main characters - inseparable friends Hannah and Andreas - are just ordinary guys who have their own experiences, dreams, hopes. There are only a few months left until the fall of the Berlin Wall, but they don't know about it. They make a difficult but very important decision - to run. After all, where the power is firmly holding the throat, there is simply no life. There is no future that the guys dream about. Hannah was expelled from school, and Andreas ended up in a colony for not being able to restrain his feelings. They simply have nothing to lose, and it seems that there is simply no other way out. Many difficulties await them on the way to salvation, but will they have the strength to cope with them?

In addition to the flight itself, Dorrit Linke also describes what life was like for two young guys in the GDR. Although it is actually difficult to call it life, it is rather survival in a world ruled by a totalitarian regime. And normal life is so close, over there, behind the wall, just stretch out your hand. They do not prohibit having their own opinion and do not take away the right to express it, there are no rigid frameworks that limit the existence of a person to a minimum, to livestock, which simply has to plow and receive a whip for it. Happy people live there. So close and so far at the same time. Reading about all these events is painful, scary, but certainly necessary.

The book "On the Other Side of the Blue Border" tells a heartbreaking story when you follow all the vicissitudes of the main characters, holding your breath, because you worry about them as for yourself. And you think who decided at all that he has the right to take away another's freedom. After all, we are all people, and everyone has an irresistible craving for life. It is wrong and inhuman to take away the right of a person to decide exactly how to dispose of his life.

Dorrit Linke's book touches on a problem that is relevant at all times. It is worth looking at the mistakes of the past and not allowing them in the future. It seems to be a simple truth, but there are those to whom it is alien. Thanks to the thoughts that the author shares with the world, as well as many other things, the novel is definitely worth reading.

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