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Wolfgang Templin, an opposition intellectual in East Germany, lived through years when speaking the truth could mean isolation. For him, the greatest tragedy did not lie solely in social control, but in the way fear could seep into private life, quietly drawing boundaries between those who loved one another most.
The short story below is written in that spirit, a small slice of life in East Berlin in the 1980s, where walls did not exist only on the streets but also stood at family dinner tables, where affection and compassion were tested by the invisible weight of the times.
There are walls that need no guards, for they are built from fear within the human heart.