Diskussion:Manfred Dott (Langfassung)

Guten Tag, Herr Gerhard Kemme,Kursiver Text habe fest gestellt, dass die Diskussionsseite sehr durcheinander gebracht wurde. Es ist müßig nach dem Grund zu suchen. Vielleicht war ich das auch selbst. Es ist mir aber wichtig, dass vor allem die überwiegend englich sprechenden Leser in Israel und in den Staaten eine für sie einfache Leseversion bekommen. Des halb stelle ich die engliche Version, in einer halben Stunde nochmals ein. Sehr wünsche ich, dass das was hier war nicht auch mit meinem Originaltext geschieht. Die Übersetzung ist mir nicht besser möglich. Sie können das vielleicht passender machen. Wenn ja, dann nehmen Sie meine Version weg und stellen eine bessere hier ein. Danke

Die englischsprachige Version deiner Autobiografie sollte in einen Extra-Artikel - mit gegenseitiger Verlinkung - gepackt werden - dies wäre zumindest im Moment mein Vorschlag - die detaillierte Ausarbeitung wird allerdings einige Tage dauern.--Gerhard kemme 20:26, 22. Nov. 2010 (CET) Danke, OK. Manfred Dott.

Sehr geehrter Herr Kemme, in der englih Version stimmt noch so weit alles, aber in der Hauptversion ist der Pkt.11 das Angebot im Register erneut verschwunden. Auch ein fehleder Absatz in 16 alt "Das Neue Forum" hefte ich wieder an. Bis dann M.D.

Weltecho

Sehr geehrter Herr Gerhard Kemme, Ich freue mich darüber, dass nun meine Biografie auch in den Online-Ausgaben der USA Zeitungen aufgenommen ist. Das Sie die Einstellung des enlisch sprachigen Textes in der Diskussion zugelassen haben, ist Ihr Verdienst daran. In Israel haben außer allen hebräisch sprachigen Zeitungen, wie Haarez, Mabat und Israel News usw. jetzt auch die Israelisch russische Ausgabe "Nowosti Nedeli" u. "Nascha Strana", sowie die Israelisch Arabisch sprachige "Al Anba und AL Quda" Den Lebenslauf aufgenommen. Auch die "Shanghai News" u. andere in China haben das jetzt drin. Aber über eines wundere ich mich: Mein "Brief an einen Toten", im Gästebuch des Herrn Newinger aus Koblenz, den ich ihm kürzlich im "Portal Mahnmal" geschrieben hatte, dass der für viele Presseorgane immer wichtiger wird und mit unter meinem Namen zu finden ist, hatte ich beim Schreiben nicht bedacht. Ich wollte ihm die Worte ins Jenseits nachsenden, obwohl Herr Newinger nie an ein Jenseits geglaubt hat.

Sollten Sie, Herr Kemme, Sich aus der "Diskussion" und Bearbeitung zurück ziehen, so sei Ihnen nochmals für Ihre Hilfe gedankt, trotz des ruppigen Beginns. Auch "Mutter Erde" hat sich ja mit "Georg Busch" Senior, der auch eine Rolle in meiner Biografie spielt, mal eingeschaltet.Das war ebenfalls gut. Bis dann. Ich würde mich freuen, wenn wir Freunde bleiben. Manfred Dott, Thale

Bin weiter mit dabei - keine Frage. Allerdings sind meine zeitliche Ressourcen ziemlich knapp - und so bitte ich immer um etwas Geduld, bis ich mich wieder melde. --Gerhard kemme 23:03, 3. Dez. 2010 CET.Hab heute den Abschnitt:"Nach dem Tag der Einheit",

um die Geschichte mit Prinz Eduard von Anhalt erweitert. Übersetzung zweiter Teil " Nachwendezeit, schweres Erbe" bis zum Pfarrer Gauck erledigt. Fortsetzung etwas später.

Manfred Dott, a turning witness tells his life.

Via DDR I`m off to continue

1. Childhood experiences

2. Rebel

3. The reflection begins

3a Martin Korff an uplasant time Comrade

4. Wild East studies

5. The belief changes

6. Imprisonment in the reception center

7. Personal happiness

8. Struggle to leave

9. The interrogation

10. The stop

11. The offer

12. Fellor Student was Stasi apy

13. DDR-based church break

14. Governance draws last register

15. The Monday demonstrations

16. The New Forum

17. Ingratiation

18. Storming of the Stasi secret service headquarters in Berlin

19. The 10th People's Parliament

20. After the Day of Unity

21. It is reached

22. New experience management

23. The beautiful girl and te Minister

MANFRED DOTT Alte Straße 5 06502 Thale OT Altenbrak born in 1940 in Koblenz Via DDR Am then it going

Via DDR I`m off to continue

1.Childhood experiences

Koblenz: 1942 and 1943 - the father on the Eastern Front. Bombs struck a near our house. A huge bang and the church between our house and the Rohrerhof School in Koblenz-Metternich was a shambles. We had to leave so, from this danger zone. We have a farm in Kleinurleben, a small village in Thuringia near Bad Tennstedt assigned to the how the war planners thought the bombers would not care as long as the cities are in part.

With the mother and family 1943, we were therefore evacuated from Koblenz eastward into Thuringia. Than three years I can remember in fragments of a conversation my mother with a man in Nazi uniform. This man said to the mother, do you really struggle with their three children in the evacuation. We could relieve you of the little ones there. Your girls can indeed tackle already. The evacuation will be not so difficult. My mother said no, the only heir to the family Dott, the small Manfred I take with me. Here I was probably the first time in the life of happiness and I could barely function. Providence was not finished with me. After an adventurous journey, we arrived at our assigned Evakuierungsort.

So then we lived in the family farm Steukart, just off the village main street on the first floor in one room. The mother, two older sisters, blonde, and put his heart and soul in the BDM, the girls' organization in the Hitler government, whose main task should be to the reproduction of the Aryan race in Germany safely. Since my sisters still very young and had no vision and they go for anything else, I can blame them not.

One day in summer, I heard men shouting and loud groaning and the tramp of many people. Quickly, I was at the window looking out onto the main road, before my mother mitbekam that. Naively, I asked Mother, "what is it?". Instead of me explaining that I was beaten with the words, "stay away from the window in the future." Only later, back to Koblenz and back to 1945, told me one of my sisters, that what I saw, probably a death march of Jews, was in the nearby concentration camp Buchenwald. In any case, these experiences through my early childhood was marked. This was despite the risks a little adventure. Good thing I was able to capture not as deeply and comprehensively the whole.

With 5 years ago I was sent to school because there was nothing to eat at home, through the school feeding at least we got sick of home. This would result in learning, I am beginning to have more difficulties than other students, no one came up with this idea. I was smaller than many students of my class and also got beaten from time to time in the corner, who could not see the teachers of the break-time supervision.

Therefore condemned as a late starter, I also provided a context for learning for life following her later. At home, I hung around, made some nonsense and annoyed my sisters learned the hard for the middle school, that mother could not pay the school fees and sisters struggling with a very good grade point average for the review had freedom.

A great alternative, the St. George Scouts, where I spent ten years as a member. From Wölfling to a knight. We marched in step Scouts (which is alternately walking and running) in step and in step walking. We sang songs to the beat. Including: Glotz, Glotz Glotz leg how long is the road, right next ne ne poplar poplar in the mid-`a horse apple. We realized it did not think we were stretching many miles. We learned to play guitar and sang country songs and walking up and down. In the grounds we play in the forest were often exposed to in the night and left there until the next morning. We learned so that you in the woods when one is hiding and are silent, is safer than in the sea of a city. I am also once ended up in the dark in an ant hill, I remember to this day. Very often we have these so-called scouts scouting games in Brexbachtal and between the Castle and the Castle Elz Trutzelz performed. This basically vormilitäriche drill, was the founder of the Boy Scouts, Baden Powell, the British probably intends Sun This explains the history of these Lords to which I do not want to go into detail here. But that was so packed that it made a lot of fun. The older I got, the confirma amplifiers, the wish to correct Adventure . there My father, Franz Dott had another 9 siblings, two of his Sisters married after World War II U.S. soldiers subjected to the United States had both there and also large families with many children. Two of my cousins fought in the Second World War on the side with the U.S. against Germany the liberation of Germany from Hitler's fascism. These cousins of the U.S. Occupation troops visited us often and always brought something beautiful. You gave so freely as I myself, at that time, once more wanted. Still so small that I do not have the steering wheel of the giant Buik, of my Cousins, see James Leroy, could I let myself be too happy to oblige him, these big U.S. car once to drive yourself. If I stretched, did I just to the accelerator pedal. James was pleased and thieves, the car if I do not was correct in the street. Because of my uniformed U.S. soldiers Jak by my side, I could not do anything. I learned here that even Unauthorized can do with impunity, if one is powerful enough. Jak took a girl from Lahnstein on the Rhine, as his wife to the United States. We are So still, now in its second generation, family ties with U.S. Citizens joined my adventure was not inhibited by special encouraged.

The older I became, the stronger was the desire to pass real adventures. I headed straight to the almost to disaster.

My apprenticeship in Koblenz at Clemens Road 16 and my parents' retraining in Construction Management, are characterized by the practice to achieve my professional goals with minimum effort. Never spend all and always keep a reserve, were my principles. This gave me enough room for my dreams of a big wide world. My boyfriend wanted me to emigrate to Canada. We had our papers ready and wanted to go. He went and I stayed. Although I did not wanting in courage, something held me firmly here in Koblenz.

In addition to these impressions, and this life experience I had at that time a strong sense of justice.

2. Rebel

1945/1946 we lived in a house again, we had to leave before the evacuation, in Koblenz Metternich Rohrerhof. Meanwhile, my father came back from captivity. He was also influenced by his experiences and transported some to the family. As the only boy I listened to him like when he sang Russian songs and to play harmonica. Finally, he had experienced something and survived. I peppered him with questions, what do the Russians in their country for so different from us. My father, from today's perspective, rather apolitical, it did not explain really what my curiosity even more accelerated. Until he said: "If you want to know, then go to a Mr. Ewing in Wahlsweg. He's Communist who can tell you the best and now let me alone. "So I went to the Lord in Wahlsweg in Koblenz Metternich, diagonally opposite the apple cider Edel. On the way there, I went so some of the head. Is this right what I have here. In the newspapers, on television and radio, we are still a popular person in the kitchen, with a swastika on it, was constantly flailed on the Soviet Union and the Eastern Zone around. It was all bad, what came from there. Is not it enough if my world view based on this information, that's enough other people so why should I, of penetrating deeper into the matter? If for me to become something, then I have to do with the end of this curiosity. I was so addressed in my mind that I was shocked when my aunt from the road Rübenach me. You stumble over your own feet, even if you like Hans Look into the air passes through the area. I was excited. It crept up in me a little weird. I felt instinctively that my life could take a radical change, if I continued. For a moment I stood still. Should I not cancel my plan and turn it. But then I'd never find what I want so much to know. And by the way at the St. George Scouts I learned to research and explore what there was referring mainly to the plants and animals. But now it was political. This was new. What can happen to me even when I go to the Communists Ewing and ask him about communism. Nothing really. So I went ahead and had decided for me this lack of knowledge about Mr. Ewing concluded. There were about 50 meters to the house of the Communists. Many cars were parked outside the house. This could have several reasons, all of which were with the Lord Newing House? Oh well. A jerk and I rang the bell. Mr Newing came to the door and asked suspiciously what I wanted to do. I asked him straight out, I should also pack differently, whether he plays me could provide information about Communism, Russia and the Eastern Zone. He looked at me angry and said that is not east zone, but East Germany. Then he asked me why I get this question because of all to him. I honestly told him that my father had told me that Mr. Ewing knew more than he did about Russia, Communism, and the Ostz "Sorry, the GDR," I said, I must remember me. This does not happen again. Since he knew my father, his distrust vanished something, and he sent me away with the remark that I should come to him the next day, then he could take time to answer my questions. The KPD was banned some time and only illegal could meet the comrades. Cigarette smoke poured out of a room and men there, I only hear but were not able to see. Now I could explain to me why so many cars were parked outside the house. had grown later than a certain confidence to Mr. Ewing, I learned that I was into it burst into illegal Communist Party meeting. Later I learned then that has not yet decided on this evening there, take me on no account should the KPD. to all comrades to me to be extra careful. My parents house was too bourgeois. The mere question of the primitive communism of the East Zone and was an insult for the comrades. At this time I knew no better. My father had just passed by the Chamber of its builders had become self-examination and with a construction company. Father Maurer two teams together. He had masons and laborers, known as henchmen, and was set to pure communist doctrine exploiters. The adventure had me packed and it was now time to do "in" something forbidden. The next day I went back to the way the Lord Ewing. It was easier than the day before. Thoughts about to turn around came, not me. The times were no cars in front of the door. Now I stood with Mr. Ewing on the mat and rang. He took me into the house. Very friendly he was, his wife b