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Why did the Australian writer need to take modern-day Berlin and Nazism as the theme of his novel?

The world was twice plunged into war with Germany. And now the same forces - German magnates and Prussian militarists - that nurtured Hitler are again preparing to kindle the flames of a new world war in the hope of taking revenge.

Ten thousand miles separating Australia from Germany did not save my people either in the first or in the second world war from many human casualties. My childhood, which took place in a distant provincial town, was overshadowed by the death of my loved ones.

Much testified to the barbaric nature of the Nazis even in the first years after they came to power. Since 1934, stories of people fleeing political or racial persecution in Germany have multiplied the list of Nazi crimes.

In 1951 I visited France for the first time. Chance brought me together with a French family who suffered unheard of suffering at the hands of the Nazis. And in subsequent years I heard repeatedly about the barbarity of the Nazis all the way, from the Belgian border to the Cote d'Azur.

In France, I attended the trials of war criminals who were brought to justice only ten years after their crimes.

I happened to hear how the state prosecutor demanded from the Germans the extradition of General Lammerding, who was guilty of the destruction of Oradour - a small village wiped off the face of the earth by the Nazis with its entire population: men, women and children. However, neither the British nor the American occupation authorities “could” find Lammerding, although his whereabouts were well known to them. Now this war criminal occupies a high position in West Germany.

The months I spent in Italy gave me the opportunity to become familiar with the atrocities committed by the Nazis against Italian patriots.

Following Hitler's defeat, years of passionate struggle of the peoples of Europe against the rearmament of West Germany began. But, neglecting the lessons of history, the governments of America, England, and France made every effort to provide their former enemy with several years of respite, which would allow him to once again take the path of a third world war. And only the heroic struggle of peoples for peace and disarmament can prevent a world catastrophe.

I went to West Germany. There I saw with my own eyes what the great German writer Thomas Mann wrote about when he left his country forever: Western powers openly promote the return to power of the Nazis and war criminals convicted by the court of the Allied powers in Nuremberg.

Returning to Australia in 1957, I was shocked to discover how widespread were the falsehoods of pro-Nazi exiles who claimed that the concentration camps, those scientifically based extermination camps, were “Red propaganda”; that massacres, torture, gas chambers are all “Red propaganda.” Honest Australians, like misled immigrants, wanted to know the truth.

And I decided to find out the truth from the source.

So, in the summer of 1959, I visited those countries through which the Nazi armies marched: Albania, Hungary, Czechoslovakia, Poland and the Soviet Union. I visited the sites where concentration and extermination camps were located: Terezin, Buchenwald, Ravensbruck and Auschwitz. I talked to the survivors. And the whole monstrous picture of Nazism unfolded before me. The months I spent in West Berlin in the summer and fall of 1959 showed me with terrifying clarity that the same people, obsessed with the same ideas, were once again preparing the same fate for the world. Western newspapers, with rare exceptions, remain silent. Few honest journalists make every effort to uncover the truth. The leaders of the West German government openly demand a war. The “Prussian officer” is presented to German youth as a “model of nobility.” In schools, children are taught that Hitler was a “great statesman.” Kiosks are filled with magazines praising the deeds of the Nazis.

War criminals occupy positions of responsibility in government and in the diplomatic arena. The justice system and the police are almost entirely in the hands of former Nazis and SS men; their names, biographies, and party card numbers are recorded in the files of all the leading newspapers in the world. Nazi doctors from concentration camps are supported by the government.

In short, the West Berlin described in my book Hot Summer in Berlin is the Berlin I saw in the summer of 1959. And all the events, all the characters were taken by me from life.

Dymphna Cusack

The cabin door slammed shut. Shocked by Stephen's unreasonable anger, Joy leaned her head against the porthole: the world in her eyes was shaken. And the Tangaratta glided smoothly along the glossy surface of the sea.

There, overboard, the light falling from the deck wriggled like a snake on the black waters, and the white foam on the crests of the waves dissolved in the darkness. A damp and warm breeze, caused by the movement of the ship, blew in the face, neither refreshing nor soothing. Stephen was not near her, she had no one with whom to share this moonless night with a black sky hanging over the sea, on which lonely stars twinkled slightly through the fog. Lying on the bed, with her hands behind her head, she painfully experienced her loneliness. Thoughts swarmed randomly in my brain. She lay for a long time, not taking her eyes off the door, vaguely realizing that she needed to get up and open the door: the heat was unbearable. The whirring electric fans were of little help.

But she didn't get up. Mentally, she followed Stephen to the upper deck. Last night, when he suddenly ran out of the salon just like that, she followed him. Every night after sailing from Sydney, having put their daughter to bed, they went to the bow of the ship to admire how the waves crashed against the side of the ship in a cascade of phosphorescent spray, how the dolphins dive and frolic, their backs glittering.

This has been the case until now. But today Stephen ran out of the cabin in anger, just as last night when, at the request of a new passenger, she began to play a Mozart minuet.

Again and again she asked herself: “What’s wrong with him! What's happened?" Looking over her actions in memory, she did not find anything in them for which she could reproach herself. She was well aware of her shortcomings, and nine years of marriage had taught her that their tranquil life was disturbed only because of trifles that should not be given any importance. So far these have been short spats. And when she happened to lose her temper - and she never learned to control herself - Stephen got up and, without saying a word, left the room. She immediately pulled herself together and ran after him, and Stephen took this as a silent request for forgiveness, and their lives flowed happily and serenely again.

She had not experienced outbursts of anger for a long time: Stephen's restraint had a sobering effect on her.

No, today she has nothing to reproach herself with. Truly, the journey was wonderful from Sydney itself: beautiful weather, a comfortable cabin, a wonderful steamer for twelve passengers - a floating island between two worlds! Former worries have disappeared without a trace, and new ones have not yet come into their own.

And didn't Stephen enjoy the journey! It's true that at first he didn't approve of her idea. But now he enjoyed the journey with all his heart: he played sports on deck, swam in the pool, and chatted animatedly at the table. Usually so serious, he laughed so cheerfully, so infectiously!

Concerns about the house and the children, which had caused her so much trouble, were cast aside; Stephen threw off the burdens of work. It seemed to them that they were experiencing again Honeymoon. When Stephen kissed her, the years seemed to recede back, she was young again, unawakened, and her passion awakened in response to his passion. Was it the influence of the tropics, the southern sky, the moon, which showered silver on the islands scattered across the mirror waters of the Coral Sea, past which their ship rushed? Was it the influence of sun-drenched days, silver-pearl in the morning, and in the afternoon and evening shimmering with all shades of blue: turquoise, sapphire, cobalt and ultramarine? But whatever the reason, their passion flared up, as in the first days of intimacy. And the years only gave love greater completeness. Sometimes she woke up as if with a jolt: it seemed to her that Anne was calling her. Ann's voice pulled her out of the past, returning her to reality. But even now, lying awake, tormented by doubts, remembering his tenderness, she felt excitement.

Summer in Berlin is the best time of the year, that's a fact. How to spend this time of year with maximum pleasure and stock up on enough impressions for the long gray winter? That's right, go outside and explore the city on foot, on bicycles or kayaks.

The best guide to Berlin is its people. They shared their favorite summer spots in Berlin: from parks and ponds to clubs and beer gardens. It was impossible to pass by such a wealth of information and, having collected all the advice together, adding own recommendations, came out and a great plan for the summer in Berlin.

Summer walks around the city

Alt Moabit : take a walk along the embankment along the Spree from the main station to Stromstrasse, or even further. On the way, it is worth turning onto Kirchstrasse and stopping here for coffee or lunch. Pay attention to the Vietnamese restaurant Anh Vu, the Nepalese Om or the Italian Casa Matti. Hidden a little further down the street is a small cafe with homemade cakes and good coffee, Cafe Paci. On the opposite side of the restaurants is the famous Buchwald confectionery with cakes, traditions and a large influx of guests on weekends. Depending on your fitness level, you can stop here and transfer to a pleasure boat or take a walk further along the coast. As an alternative: turn to the slightly hectic Turmstrasse, quickly escape from it into the depths of Moabit, have a snack at one of the Arminiusmarkthalle and, finally, reach the Klassische Remise - a free and incredible collection of old timers.

Prenzlauer Berg : from the Eberswalderstr. metro station. down Kastanienallee, it is definitely worth turning off towards Arkonaplatz, where there is a good flea market on weekends, not as touristy as the nearby flea market in Mauerpark. After walking around Arkonaplatz, taxi to Zionskirchplatz and , the climb to the bell tower of which is a separate attraction on weekends. Having descended, it is worth falling onto the terrace of one of the many bars around the square.

If you still have the strength, then walk further down and sit on the grass in the Volkspark am Weinbergsweg. In addition, turn onto Oderbergerstrasse, which will lead you through a large number of seconds to Mauerpark. The street itself is just a very beautiful street, in the heat the fire station, located at the end of the street, pours water on everyone, children love to tease them, and these guys happily douse them with ice water. True, if the need arises, the joy is curtailed in an instant and the fire brigade takes off in a matter of seconds.

Alternative route: depart from Eberswalderstr. in and, passing through, exit at Sredzkistr. Further reference points can be the building of Berlin's first water complex and the nearby square - Kollwitzplatz. There is no clear route here; it’s enough to just walk aimlessly along the streets, look into small boutiques, look at houses and periodically relax in numerous cafes.

There is good coffee along the way at a really tasty Vietnamese restaurant, Anjoy, and finally, for lovers of Russian cuisine, we can recommend the Pasternak restaurant with a view of the Wasserturm. However, the best thing to do in the summer is to have a kick-kick on the mountain near the water tower. In the late afternoon, descend from all the mountains and, after a 10-minute walk towards Schönhauser Allee, discover the world of wine at the wine bar Baden im Wein (bathe in wine).

Museum sharpV : the embankment opposite the museum, where you can sit on summer evenings, dance on the dance floor or watch the dancers. In the summer, free open-air classical music concerts take place in front of the Bode Museum.

Evening behind the museum island

Spandau : stroll through the old town of the Spandau district and go toSpandau Citadel- one of the most significant and best preserved Renaissance fortresses in Europe. The Spandau Citadel was built from 1559 to 1594 and has gone through a lot during its history. Today it houses a military museum. In the summer, musical open airs are traditionally held in the Citadel. In addition, medieval fairs are held here in the courtyard of the Citadel, and rock, jazz, and folk concerts are held in the Gothic hall.

Schöneberg : Walk through the city's street food markets ), which in summer is a particularly tasty and aromatic walk. We especially recommend combining it with exploring the Schöneberg area. Start at Winterfeldplatz and the market there on Wednesdays and Saturdays. If you find yourself here on one of these days, be sure to walk through the rows. Even if you are not hungry, do not refuse to try all the many things that sellers use to attract buyers. Once you've had your fill, head to Goltzstrasse, which seamlessly flows into Akazienstrasse. These streets have a huge selection of restaurants, cafes, pastry shops, bakeries and small vintage shops.

For ice cream, be sure (!) to go to JONES ice cream, have a delicious dinner at the Persian restaurant Shayan, a quick lunch, and finally afternoon coffee at Gottlob. Having reached the end of Akazienstrasse and finding yourself at the intersection with Haupstrasse, do not be alarmed, immediately cross to the other side and hide in Crellestrasse. It’s cozy, calm and, by the way, in addition to the variety of cafes, there’s also an excellent one hidden here, where you have a chance to put your head in complete order, outwardly for sure. Having reached the intersection of Crellestrasse and Langscheidtstrasse, we recommend turning right to the excellent vegan bar Barkett (on Sundays, without exaggeration, the best vegan brunch in the city - the guys brought the coolest chef to Berlin all the way from Stuttgart, they won’t admit how they lured him in) or left to the French bar La Cantine Augusta has an amazing selection of wine and cheeses.

Kreuzberg: The Turkish market on the Maybachufer, near the U8 Kottbusser Tor or Schönleinstrasse metro station, is a great opportunity to buy inexpensive fruits and vegetables, pita bread or flatbreads, olives, cheese and fresh yoghurt, for example. After this, you should walk along the canal towards the Admiralsbrücke bridge, walk a little more and come out onto green lawns by the water. It is here in good weather It's nice to have a picnic, lie on the grass, feed the swans and ducks, and just laze around. In the late afternoon, move back to Admiralsbrücke. In summer there is lively fun here.

Tegel: While the city's most beloved one is working, a trip towards the Tegel area is about airplanes and the airport landing strip. Best Review they promise from the west, from Spandau. Attention: it is recommended to make sure in advance which side the boarding takes place on this day. Alternatively: go to station U6 Kurt Schumacher Platz, find shopping mall, get into the parking lot, get comfortable and it seems like a great view too.

Olympia Stadium: It’s easy to assess the scale and scope of construction in Germany in 1933-1945 - just go to the Olympic Stadium. It’s nice to take a walk here; on the way back to the metro, walking through the streets near the station is very cozy. By the way, there is also (relatively) nearby, overlooking the city, an abandoned radar station of the American intelligence services, built during the Cold War.

Alt Treptow : It is very beautiful here in May and in the summer, and it is also quiet, unlike the loud and. It’s good to walk along the canals, crossing from one side to the other, drink tea at the Nah am Wasser gebaut cafe, walk to the Spree and go for cocktails at the Club der Visionäre.

Thanks to Dmitry Shalabaev for the suggested topic!

Dymphna Cusack

Why did the Australian writer need to take modern-day Berlin and Nazism as the theme of his novel?

The world was twice plunged into war with Germany. And now the same forces - German magnates and Prussian militarists - that nurtured Hitler are again preparing to kindle the flames of a new world war in the hope of taking revenge.

The ten thousand miles separating Australia from Germany did not save my people from many casualties in either the first or second world war. My childhood, which took place in a distant provincial town, was overshadowed by the death of my loved ones.

Much testified to the barbaric nature of the Nazis even in the first years after they came to power. Since 1934, stories of people fleeing political or racial persecution in Germany have multiplied the list of Nazi crimes.

In 1951 I visited France for the first time. Chance brought me together with a French family who suffered unheard of suffering at the hands of the Nazis. And in subsequent years I heard repeatedly about the barbarity of the Nazis all the way, from the Belgian border to the Cote d'Azur.

In France, I attended the trials of war criminals who were brought to justice only ten years after their crimes.

I happened to hear how the state prosecutor demanded from the Germans the extradition of General Lammerding, who was guilty of the destruction of Oradour - a small village wiped off the face of the earth by the Nazis with its entire population: men, women and children. However, neither the British nor the American occupation authorities “could” find Lammerding, although his whereabouts were well known to them. Now this war criminal occupies a high position in West Germany.

The months I spent in Italy gave me the opportunity to become familiar with the atrocities committed by the Nazis against Italian patriots.

Following Hitler's defeat, years of passionate struggle of the peoples of Europe against the rearmament of West Germany began. But, neglecting the lessons of history, the governments of America, England, and France made every effort to provide their former enemy with several years of respite, which would allow him to once again take the path of a third world war. And only the heroic struggle of peoples for peace and disarmament can prevent a world catastrophe.

I went to West Germany. There I saw with my own eyes what the great German writer Thomas Mann wrote about when he left his country forever: Western powers openly promote the return to power of the Nazis and war criminals convicted by the court of the Allied powers in Nuremberg.

Returning to Australia in 1957, I was shocked to discover how widespread were the falsehoods of pro-Nazi exiles who claimed that the concentration camps, those scientifically based extermination camps, were “Red propaganda”; that massacres, torture, gas chambers are all “Red propaganda.” Honest Australians, like misled immigrants, wanted to know the truth.

And I decided to find out the truth from the source.

So, in the summer of 1959, I visited those countries through which the Nazi armies marched: Albania, Hungary, Czechoslovakia, Poland and the Soviet Union. I visited the sites where concentration and extermination camps were located: Terezin, Buchenwald, Ravensbruck and Auschwitz. I talked to the survivors. And the whole monstrous picture of Nazism unfolded before me. The months I spent in West Berlin in the summer and fall of 1959 showed me with terrifying clarity that the same people, obsessed with the same ideas, were once again preparing the same fate for the world. Western newspapers, with rare exceptions, remain silent. Few honest journalists make every effort to uncover the truth. The leaders of the West German government openly demand a war. The “Prussian officer” is presented to German youth as a “model of nobility.” In schools, children are taught that Hitler was a “great statesman.” Kiosks are filled with magazines praising the deeds of the Nazis.

War criminals occupy positions of responsibility in government and in the diplomatic arena. The justice system and the police are almost entirely in the hands of former Nazis and SS men; their names, biographies, and party card numbers are recorded in the files of all the leading newspapers in the world. Nazi doctors from concentration camps are supported by the government.

In short, the West Berlin described in my book Hot Summer in Berlin is the Berlin I saw in the summer of 1959. And all the events, all the characters were taken by me from life.

Dymphna Cusack

The cabin door slammed shut. Shocked by Stephen's unreasonable anger, Joy leaned her head against the porthole: the world in her eyes was shaken. And the Tangaratta glided smoothly along the glossy surface of the sea.

There, overboard, the light falling from the deck wriggled like a snake on the black waters, and the white foam on the crests of the waves dissolved in the darkness. A damp and warm breeze, caused by the movement of the ship, blew in the face, neither refreshing nor soothing. Stephen was not near her, she had no one with whom to share this moonless night with a black sky hanging over the sea, on which lonely stars twinkled slightly through the fog. Lying on the bed, with her hands behind her head, she painfully experienced her loneliness. Thoughts swarmed randomly in my brain. She lay for a long time, not taking her eyes off the door, vaguely realizing that she needed to get up and open the door: the heat was unbearable. The whirring electric fans were of little help.

But she didn't get up. Mentally, she followed Stephen to the upper deck. Last night, when he suddenly ran out of the salon just like that, she followed him. Every night after sailing from Sydney, having put their daughter to bed, they went to the bow of the ship to admire how the waves crashed against the side of the ship in a cascade of phosphorescent spray, how the dolphins dive and frolic, their backs glittering.

This has been the case until now. But today Stephen ran out of the cabin in anger, just as last night when, at the request of a new passenger, she began to play a Mozart minuet.

Again and again she asked herself: “What’s wrong with him! What's happened?" Looking over her actions in memory, she did not find anything in them for which she could reproach herself. She was well aware of her shortcomings, and nine years of marriage had taught her that their tranquil life was disturbed only because of trifles that should not be given any importance. So far these have been short spats. And when she had a temper—and she never learned to control herself—Stephen would get up and, without saying a word, leave the room. She immediately pulled herself together and ran after him, and Stephen took this as a silent request for forgiveness, and their lives flowed happily and serenely again.

“The luminary in the summer roasts the crown -

You can't go out in the sun.

But, in the bushes at such a time,

Everyone can have a drink and a snack."

(student amateur performances, Novosibirsk, early 1980s)

It just so happens that Germany, in the minds of many, is associated not only with cars, classical music, engineering, but also with a foamy low-alcohol drink made from malt using hops and yeast.

Last year, I published on this site advice concerning best places drinking beer outdoors in the second largest city in Germany - Hamburg. Today the capital is next. Berlin.

The city pleases with an abundance of numerous cafes, restaurants, beer houses and other drinking establishments, which in the summer put tables and chairs on the street and provide an opportunity to quench your thirst to the sound of passing cars or contemplating numerous tourists, residents of neighboring houses, workers of nearby offices and just passers-by. A good example would be a “cult” establishment "Ständige Vertretung» (address Schiffbauerdamm 8, 10117 Berlin) and neighboring restaurants located on Schiffbauerdamm (the nearest metro and S-Bahn stop is Friedrichstrasse). Often the place to rest in the sun for the “average tourist” is the chairs and tables at the Gendarmerie Market.

At the same time, Berlin also has something that avid travelers are familiar with from the capital of Bavaria - Munich, i.e. “beer gardens”. I must warn you right away that these gardens in Berlin are somewhat different from those in Munich. But what can you do, Berlin is completely different from Munich and it would be strange if the similarity were only in terms of the conditions for drinking beer in the fresh air (by the way, you can drink straight from the bottle, taken from home or purchased in a store, right in the park or just on the street).

But beer, even in Berlin it’s just beer, but the atmosphere...

So, beer gardens, Berlin style.

I’ll start with places located near sightseeing and similar tourist routes:

"Prater Biergarten"" This institution, rightfully deserves the name “beer garden”, due to the presence of chestnut trees on its territory. Prater Biergarten is located in an incredibly lively area of ​​Prenzlauer Berg. They have been pouring here since 1837, i.e. even before the emergence of Germany. Address: Kastanienallee 7-9. Work starts at noon. For those looking for fresh air and traveling with children, I wouldn't really recommend going here. The garden, in my understanding, should have more greenery.

Great place called Zollpackhof is located on the banks of the Spree near the Federal Chancellery (Wedomsto is in sight). Perhaps that is why, while drinking beer and watching the pleasure boats passing by, you may find politicians, officials and businessmen nearby who have come here to quench their thirst, which arose in the course of solving important public and private issues. The luxurious crown of an almost one and a half century old chestnut tree saves you from the heat. If the weather is not very good, you can go under the roof of a very pleasant restaurant. Address Elisabeth-Abegg-Straße 1, 10557 Berlin

Until late evening, when the sun has already disappeared below the horizon, you can enjoy yourself in the Tiergarten park at the “Cafe on the New Lake” ( Cafe am Neuen See ). This is one of Berlin's oldest and most beloved beer gardens. open air. You can drink beer here as early as 10:00, and on Saturday and Sunday - an hour later. Address Lichtensteinallee 2, 10787 Berlin. Those interested can rent a boat. The restaurant is a stone's throw from the zoo.

Tiergarten is another great place to enjoy beer and other drinks (and eat, of course). An establishment called Schleusenkrug . This place is especially convenient for those who want to freshen up after visiting the city's largest flea market or refuel before visiting the zoo (Zoologischer Garten). This restaurant is also remarkable from a historical point of view - it was located on the “vertical” border between West and East Berlin. Opening hours from 10:00 to 0:00. Address Müller-Breslau-Straße, 10623 Berlin.

If the beer gardens in Berlin listed above are a tribute to tradition, then the beer garden we will talk about now is ultra-modern Berlin. Connoisseurs of modern music and club culture do not need to be told what “ Berghain" Directly next door to this club is the restaurant " Rüdersdorf " The establishment pleases with its atmosphere, beer and excellent