stasiland

• anna funder kitabi. etkileyici bir dogu almanya sondaji. ismini dogu alman nufusunun yarisindan cogunu fislemeyi beceren dogu alman gizli polisi stasiden aliyor. okurken arada sirada george orwellin 1984 u ile olan parlellikleri yakalamadan gecemiyor insan. 1984 un de orwell'in totaliter rejimler karsisinda duydugu teror hissinden ilham aldigini dusununce cok da sasirilmamasi gerekn bir sey bu. elbette fark her ne kadar gercek kadar canli olsa da 1984 bir kurgu iken stasiland sirtini gercek hayat tecrubelerine yasliyor.
  
  almanyalarin birlesmesi sonucu aciga cikan stasi arsivlerinden, simdilerde arsivleri duzenleyip insanlarin haklarinda ve yakinlarinin akibetleri konusunda bilgi alabilmeleri icin calisna kucuk bir memur ordusundan daha duvar yerli yerindeyken duvarin ote yakasina gecmeye calisan dogu almanyalialrin hikayelerine kadar ilginc ama butunlugunu yitirmeyen bir yelpazede ara sira berrakligini yitirse de etkileyici bir dogu almanya portresi sunuyor anna funder. okunasi.
• das leben der anderendeki gibi, biraz disaridan ama yeterince hassas bir konuda, akillica bir sekilde yazilmis gozlemlerden olusan bir kitap.
  
  http://ocavusoglu.blogspot.com/…8/06/stasiland.html
• şu hoş satırları barındıran kitap;
  
  "late in the afternoon i decide to go for a swim. at my local pool you pay an entry price determined by how long you would like to spend there, starting at an hour and a half. this made no sense to me (who can swim laps for that long?) until i realised that people use the pool as a bath.
  
  i want to do laps. there are bodies everywhere, swimming or paddling or what looks like actually washing themselves in the pool. there are no lanes. there is no agreed direction. people are breaststroking diagonally across, heads out like ducks. one man still has his glasses on. kids jump in off the sides and an old fellow resting in a corner is fiddling with the hair on a mole under his arm.
  
  i need to swing my limbs around and get some air in my lungs. it must be possible to do a lap or two. perhaps there is a system of passing one another that i don’t yet know, like boat rules. i choose a part of the pool that seems less crowded and begin with some freestyle. but it’s not quite the stroke i’m used to because i have to keep a lookout ahead for obstacles. not only ahead: a teenager swiming cross-wise through the pool is headed my way. as i turn to the other side to breathe, a kid with floaties on her arms jumps in and narrowly misses me. i look up. a woman in a yellow bikini has set off in my direction, dog-paddling to keep her makeup dry. there is no way out.
  
  i stop and tread water and consider my next move. whilst i’m plotting a course, i am visited by a blinding question: what am i doing in this chaos anyway?"