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“I wonder how it worked inside the Stasi: who thought up these blackmail schemes? Did they send them up the line for approval? Did pieces of paper come back initialled and stamped 'Approved': the ruining of a marriage, the destruction of a career, the imprisonment of a wife, the abandonment of a child? Did they circulate internal updates: 'Five new and different ways to break a heart'?”

Quote by Anna Funder

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Stasiland: Stories From Behind The Berlin Wall

This book offers a harrowing and intimate look at the lives of ordinary people living under the oppressive regime of the Stasi, the East German secret police. Through a series of first-hand accounts, it reveals the pervasive nature of surveillance, fear, and the struggle for individual freedom in a society where the state was omnipresent. more

Author

Anna Funder
Anna Funder

Anna Funder is an Australian author known for her historical novels and non-fiction works. Born in 1966, she graduated from the University of Sydney and later lived and worked in the United States and the United Kingdom. Funder's works often focus on political and social issues, with her first novel, 'Stasiland,' set against the backdrop of East Germany's pre-history, receiving widespread acclaim. more

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