Das Leben steckt voller überraschungen.

January 2, 2008

han-flu™

Filed under: Uncategorized — hannlein @ 10:53 am

yes.
i am the unfortunate recipient of this.
only 2 days left + it’s exams again on the 10th + 16th >.<
i think i might cry
i just hate the sight of college,let alone the mention of it right now.
only 5 months left until i’m up + out.
i really need to start making an effort,otherwise i’m screwed.
the time has gone so quickly.
i’m now 18,19 in 10 months’ time (gosh,didn’t i grow up fast?)
i could be anywhere.
the question is,am i going to get used to being away for 4 years doing my german degree?

my anxiety about uni is whether people are going to purposely ignore me + make no effort to like me.
sure,that makes me sound pathetic (people don’t have to like each other)
but i’m quite a nice person,and i really hope they see that without taking advantage.

ahh well,guess i’ll have to find out.
i guess that i have friends right now (such a terrible thing to say,but sometimes it feels as if they don’t know it either).
time will tell if we all drift apart,but i really don’t want that.
i just want to have fun in my last year at college,put last year behind me + get on with life.

December 29, 2007

no i’m not surprised

Filed under: Blogroll — Tags: , , , , , — hannlein @ 10:34 am

that i feel like death warmed up.
had my boyfriend round to stay last night + he had a cold,which i think that now i may be the lucky recipient of.
much fun was had playing trivial pursuit,drinking pineapple bacardi breezer + eating pizza + chips.
although i only have £4 to my name.
like i’ll be doing any spending though.
i have also managed to argue with my dad within the first hour of waking up.
he thinks that being an ill person gives him licence to piss me off + moan like a woman.
+ even worse,justify that ‘’shush” means ”calm down” or ”chill out”
just to one person.
he got narked + threw a tantrum.
all because of berlin money,that will probably now not happen (although i paid £65 out of the £130 mum gave me) because my uncle put ”02” instead of ”07” on a cheque for my 18th.
+ it’ll take up to 28 days anyway.

bleeding hell.
no pleasing some people,is there?

i have to revise for my exams.
that might make me feel a bit better,knowing i’ve done some work this holiday before i go away for 2 days as of tomorrow.
i don’t wanna go,because i know i’ll miss him.
there’s no faulting that.

1 week of holiday left >.<

November 25, 2007

matchstalk men + matchstick cats + dogs

Filed under: Uncategorized — hannlein @ 11:13 am

or young adult in my case.
yep.
you heard it,albeit 2 days later.
i’m now 18.
wahey,i hear you cry.

yeah,it’s been fun,went to manchester for the day yesterday with a few friends,got some clothes + music,had a meal at nando’s with the girls + guys in the evening.
didn’t drink,surprisingly (had a nasty bout of gastroenteritis) but i’ll make up for that next week at my uncle’s 50th in london.
or unless i take advantage of the fact that i can go clubbing legally sometime in the week or at christmas.
now to masquerade like a moody female version of liam gallagher in my grey skinnies + my green jacket around college.
or not.
it was great fun.
much shouting of ”aleef!” was done by me,lizzy + sarah.
the latter wanted to buy a bottle of champagne.
various innuendos were made.
affleck’s palace was raided.
sarah got excited after buying a ”conan” bag
to quote her ”i are conan. this are serious bag.”
but then the strap broked + she was not happy.
thanks to everyone who wished me happy birthday + thank you for the presents.
it was a good day + you helped make it that way.

October 5, 2007

heaven knows i’m miserable now

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , — hannlein @ 4:34 pm

so.
i’ve been back at sixth form 3 weeks now and it has been so bloody frustrating.
teachers are driving me up the wall (in a metaphorical sense)
the workload is just horrendous.
+ i went to interview someone today,only to get turned away because they were ”too busy” with Oxbridge applications that should have been in 2 weeks ago.
utterly hopeless.
the interview has now been moved to after college on wednesday.(heaven knows if that’s better)
i am literally annoyed.
i’m going to give him a taste of their own medicine and say i have things to do myself.
i am 17,nearly 18.
i have so much on my plate right now.
english coursework,a break up which i should have got over by now, a part time job.
that ignorant moron is so full of their own importance the world never stops turning.
they don’t care for the needs for those around them.
which is ironic really.

grr.

i’m fed up of this rut i’m stuck in.
people think it’s great to put me down,but that’s far from.
if i have to,i will stand up for myself + show my integrity.
i’m just sick of adults who think that it’s okay to put their own importances first instead of a young person’s.
maybe they should have said straight out that i couldn’t do today,because i had no other option as last week’s appointment sheet wasn’t up until they did so.
i could have yelled at him when he said wednesday onwards.
so i have to go for after college,after my german lesson.
s’pose it stops me hanging around waiting for my train until 4:30.
but i have work….
sod’s sake.
it has to be ready for the meeting on thursday.
i was so so annoyed.
i still am.
then my old year 1 psychology teacher randomly said hi to me.
i was naturally like ”why the hell?”
i just wanted figures of authority to leave me the hell alone after what happened.

August 4, 2007

…and one year passed like delicate birds in the sky

Filed under: Uncategorized — hannlein @ 9:41 am

So. It’s been two weeks into the summer holiday. Less than 2 weeks left until I recieve my A/S Level results from college. And waiting to find out if I am a peer mentor or not…to be fair,I’m not bothered at all if I don’t get it, at least I had the guts to stick my proverbial middle finger up at him and everyone else who thought what happened was all in my head by applying. Well, Leonie was right actually:at that time everything was in my head,and in the end I got a proper explanation. And besides if I don’t get it, I have 3 subjects I can concentrate on next year,and my deputy rep position to look forward to. And enough time to focus clearly on my own problems. That’s the beauty of second year:you become more adult and rounded in your opinions,and I’m 18 in 3 months’ time,but it doesn’t feel like it at all,although I’ve learnt so many hard lessons in that time. People thought it was cool to laugh at me because they just wanted to see how long I could cope,but I proved them totally wrong. I stuck and stuck at it,maybe saying a few daft things along the way,that were deemed out of order or irrelevant, but I just thought, ”I’m learning from my mistakes:does it make you feel happy to humiliate me even more by getting angry or arsey at me?” I got through the year just standing up for what I believed in;meeting people who deemed me as a freak,whose opinion didn’t matter,or someone who was on the edge of society (my auntie disputes this),but at least I retained my dignity,if very little. I wasn’t a member of any clique,I didn’t go round bullying people just to make myself feel good because they’d had the guts to confront me;I didn’t listen to his lies;every kind word was a lie as I knew he was making it up and laughing behind my back,and I recollect the time he said ”All psychologists are nutters”. He may have been joking,but I had taken my Psychology A/S that morning,and it’s a subject I feel passionate about,but it certainly wasn’t funny;I’m a stickler for seriousness(the people who know me know that well). He tried to brush off my confrontation when I said ”’No,that was generalised” by saying ”No,I just socialise”. No. That was one time where I felt both upset but glad I’d stood up for my beliefs. He wasn’t altruistic. He was out for himself,all the time,because the sun shone out of his backside.Try telling me that isn’t a generalisation,because you didn’t know him in the way I did;he is extremely two faced. That attracted me,but at the same time repelled me. I tried imagining having to go out with someone like that…but it didn’t add up at all. He just angered me,and I’m glad he actually got rid of me…because although I still wanted to be nice to him, I also had this cynical streak in me,that hated every man for what he was like,especially him. I’ve recently debated forgiving him,but I don’t think that’ll ever happen,because he was vindictive and persecutory to me in the aftermath:I was not having that. I will live my life and become successful in what way I can,because I know that sometimes I get it wrong,although it hurts,while he,who has everything where he wants it,will probably soon get tired of it and become discontent with the monotone pattern of his life. However,I wish him the best of luck.

I guess that you could say,however,that although I am bitter and cynical about what happened, I learned that he was who he was,however hard I found that. I learned that these recurrent mistakes were a cause of natural human failure,and trying to react to the rejection of me by my father when him and Mum split up,and the recent break up of my relationship with a boyfriend. I learned that this was yet another thing I’d learned from,and no matter how many people he turned against me,or had turned against me because they felt ”drained” by it all(I seem to have that effect on people), I was the winner,although I had very little dignity,but I had a broader mindset (probably helped by learning Psychology,seeing the world as it is and how my father treats me). I’ve been told by people ”you’re blowing it all out of proportion” ”you’re deluded” and allsorts of defamatory insults like that. However,they haven’t experienced his treatment first hand,have they? So to be fair,they really wouldn’t know how hurtful he made me feel towards him. It’s been a bit of a mainstay in my current relationship when it shouldn’t be; don’t get me wrong, me and my boyfriend are happy,but our arguments are about mistrust for each other,mainly mine for men in general. I even went so far as to accuse him yesterday of having feelings for someone else;but deep down I knew I was being out of order and insecure there. We were furious with each other for the whole day;but everything came to a head at about 10pm last night,when we were both in tears on the phone. I then,in my state,said something to the person concerned which came out totally wrong in context,and I burst into tears,feeling stupid because I knew that he made her happy but only as a friend;I couldn’t accept that at all because I was so wound up that he was being silent,and I didn’t know why until he told me. We ended up talking until 12 in the morning,and it was better by then.

I’m glad in a way,that I have had the chance to form my own healthy opinions without the influence of others (well,maybe adults,but even their opinions are corrupt sometimes.) Adults sometimes take sides with the people that you accuse. Then you have to prove you’re not the bad person by showing them you can carry on as normal. I managed to do that,despite the pain I felt inside. I showed them I could manage whatever: I pushed myself to the end,and I’m proud,because I promised myself despite what happened with him,I would show myself I could get through the year,despite the level of work and my own personal targets I’d set myself,however half brained people thought they were. I negotiated with these people,showing them I was as adult as they were,and that I was prepared to work for what I deserved,and that was a massive transition from being a 12-year old child in a secondary school,to the 16 year old school prefect in the college interview room at the sixth form,to a 17 year old young lady,who now knows that sometimes,she doesn’t get it right.

June 23, 2007

”Don’t judge someone until you’ve walked in their moccasins”

Filed under: Uncategorized — hannlein @ 8:59 am

Very, very interesting day yesterday. Got paid as I do every month, but vowed I’d save most of my money for my open day trip to Birmingham next Thursday, despite being tempted by the Klaxons album(didn’t buy it though, get my tunes for free), I spent what was, in my opinion, a rather minimal amount (that was after what I’m about to tell you).

I got some money out, with the possibility of buying lunch and/or a hot chocolate. So I went to college (had two frees beforehand), and then had break and hung out with Susie and Tali and Lucy,who is our new CU leader as of September. Had a good chat, and then went off to Psychology. Julie showed us a video of Jane Elliot’s study on prejudice about over 35 years ago ”The Eye Of The Storm”. I thought it was quite amazing how these young children felt that they were infereior to the other children with different eye colour,and how Elliot prejudiced the people with brown eyes one day,and blue the next. It was also quite ironic, I feel, that Julie let those with hypotheses  for their upcoming courseworks go before who hadn’t got hypotheses.

So then I went for the careers talk (ick >.<), and then went into town as I had a free.

Now, this is where it really does get shocking. Well apart from spending small amounts in Wysteria Lane (they do have good stuff there), bought a pink vase and a pink spoon,and a candle thing that will hopefully make my room smell bearable. (need to re-decorate it, think I might go white) and various titbits in Ripe. Then I scoped town a bit, and went down the lane where Ripe is,and saw a homeless man. I decided that I should give him something to try and help him, so as he was sleeping, I put 50p in his hand. But STILL, I didn’t feel as if I had done the poor man justice. So I decided that I would go and get him a cup of tea. So I brought that to him,and a load of homeless people, most probably his friends. I started chatting to the homeless people and they answered my questions with no hesitation,especially one man in particular, a man named ”Wacky” whose real name was Richard I think, and his girlfriend Linda. They were quite the perfect couple I think,but they both had one thing in common: they both lived on the street. I asked him how he survived and he said ”You just have to. I’ve been living on the streeets 16 years”. Wow, that must have been when I was about 1-2.  He’s been living on the streets in those years when I was born. Wacky introduced me to his dog Fluke, who he has had for 9 years, and he wasn’t the stereotypical street dog that you often find homeless people in the possession of. He was a gentle soul, and also a member of the society that our society shuns.

I also asked Wacky if he received any prejudice. He said that people passed them and called them ”tramps”, and I was shocked. We then said our goodbyes, and he said that he might see me again.

I am pretty much disgusted at the way our society treats the homeless. Just because they were born with the silver spoon in their mouth, it doesn’t mean we should turn away from them and leave them nothing but a few pence. It is an example of prejudice. I remember the day after my 7th birthday,when me and Dad were in Shrewsbury. Our car broke down in front of the bie shop,so we had to get a new battery. The weather was rain, I can remember it all vividly as if it were yesterday,and Dad and me got a Fireman Sam cassette tape for me, and also a Burger King (now it’s the YMCA charity shop). We spotted this homeless person,and my Dad bought him a meal and a cup of tea from Burger King, or gave him money to buy some food. These people are prejudiced for living a hard life;but remember, they really do have no choice. They are either forced to live on the streets as they have nowhere else to go,or they are forced out of their own homes. They might be the subject of abuse, physical,emotional or sexual,and therefore seek no other way but to take to the streets,maybe putting their bodies and mindsets through even more strain and stress. Meanwhile the shallow mindsets of our society,the ones with silver spoons in their mouths, who judge quicker, judge those less fortunate than us. It’s people like me who realise this, and also national and local charities who realise this problem.  They are the ones who give something to these people;a chance for dignity, however shattered it may be, and a chance for a new life by taking them into a safe shelter. Oscar Wilde satirises it, the goverment ignored it in the 19th century when illness was rife, when he wrote ”A Woman of No Importance” . Wilde exposed the likes of the arrogant characters as hypocrites and shallow people. Seriously yeah? I am a student. It is the likes of my peer group and above,who ridicule the homeless and infirm,that make me sick to the stomach,who laugh at a man in the street with a debilitating disability that could kill him at any moment. It is the likes of you people who need to start thinking of others a bit more and start doing something, not just sitting there and leaving them to fend for themselves.

So therefore, if you ever feel like prejudicing a homeless person ”Don’t judge someone until you’ve walked in their moccasins”

June 13, 2007

Rah. Han’s Plans.

Filed under: Uncategorized — hannlein @ 4:19 pm

Exams take it out of you,they really do. It’s my last A/S exam tomorrow before I go back on Monday morning as an A2 student. It just seems depressingly weird that I’m halfway between the last two years. Having said that, I have been taking GCSE exams since the age of 15 and I did crap in the ones last year, getting mostly C’s while my friends were getting A’s and B’s. Mind you, I wasn’t the sharpest tool in the box when it came to the Sciences and Maths. I’m more of a language and mind person.

So I’m faced with a decision: do I want to go bowling tonight or sit at the computer/in front of the telly/or sleep? I haven’t done anything fun like bowling in ages; the last time I went bowling was an utter catastrophe… other people were there, and I managed to throw the ball into the other aisle out of nervousness. Luckily I didn’t embarrass myself in front of the German people.

I’m also going to Ireland this weekend with my dad for my Grandad’s 90th birthday meal in a local pub. That will be fun…just as long as she doesn’t gatecrash it. She’d be lucky if I wasn’t under the influence of alcohol. Next day I get to raid Dublin’s shops with my money,and buy a few things…chances are we’ll be home earlier than we think cause I’ll turn round ot Dad and say ”Dad, you can go home now”. I’m particularly fond of Penney’s, H & M and Eason’s and the Sweet Factory…but I need to save some money for Aston Uni on the Monday…for getting dinner/back and that. Dad’s skint as per usual and Mum needs to sign the EMA form, my part is done cause I do these things on time. I’m also working some shifts next Thursday and Friday evenings,which my boss persuaded me to do (I am a crazy woman),but one is for the Paul Weller concert (he is playing in Telford yet again,Adam worked at the bar for that) and the second is Silver Service. What shocked me the most today was when she said that the old ladies liked working with me.

Anyway, I’m on glass wash for 4 hours on the Thursday evening, praying I get a nice long lie-in,which I think I am actually getting,unless they bugger up the timetables. Friday I’m hoping I get in bang on for 6:30, I’m on till 10:30, so that’s quite a bit in the bank,which pleases me greatly. I’ve done two shifts in a week, so I’m hoping to go to do some shopping and save my money until the end of the month,which gives me much more. The  parents might make me spend it on lunch, but I refuse. That, my friend, is for getting to universities I’d like to visit. I’m s’posed to be getting EMA Bonus in July if I do well in my tides and if I’ve turned up to exams and that,which of course I have, I’m really not bad and I make the effort. I also need more shifts as well, and I dunno why I am doing glass wash.

I’m tired now. S’pose I’ll go bowling tonight. Might enjoy it after all.

June 12, 2007

I really don’t know how I manage to amuse myself on A/S Study Leave…but it’s a Das Leben Der Anderen Analysis

Filed under: Uncategorized — hannlein @ 1:54 pm

Epilogue of Das Leben Der Anderen (Essay)

This film is a painful but fictional reminiscence of what really went on in East Germany in the 1980’s and before that time and how the citizens were treated. I really do not know what fascinates me about German. Maybe it was because I was born 2 weeks after the wall came down, but in a way, I was part of the history that came with the fall of the wall afterwards. I consider myself part of the consumerist world that I live in now, that is no longer divided by a four way rule. But at the same time I feel that it is tragic that such innocent people suffered at the hands of these corrupt beings. I am now going to explore the features used in ‘‘Das Leben Der Anderen’’ to see how it was created to show how it was at that time.

The Stasi Rule and Their Nature

The aim of the Stasi is shown at the beginning of the film ‘‘to know everything’’. Their motto ‘’The shield and sword of the party’’ is also emphasised throughout the film. They ruled from the beginning of the end of the Second World War, until the wall came down. The Stasi used operational psychology to deal with the prisoners, as seen in the movie, where Gerd Wiesler is lecturing a class of students at the Operational Psychology institution.  The treatment that they went through what an example of this, the constant questioning, the provocations the interrogators made towards the prisoners, the emotional blackmail and so forth.

The Stasi Prison

Berlin Hohenschönhausen, the predominant Stasi prison in East Berlin, was where escapees and political dissidents were taken into custody and questioned throughout their stay, sometimes in the early hours. This disturbed their sleeping pattern, and they were given certain restrictions as to what they could do. Some prisoners in the film, such as Jerska and Sieland, returned from here as broken human beings, their spirited nature silenced by the political crimes they had committed, culminating in both their suicides. I myself,as an A/S Level German student visited the Stasi prison this March,and was left astounded at the treatment of the prisoners,and the fact that our guide had a parent that was incarcerated at Berlin Hohenschönhausen for crossing the border to West Berlin to see the Rolling Stones in the 1960’s. As a young child, like the boy in the movie, it must have been difficult for her to comprehend how such people could enforce brutality on a father figure, but also to experience the absence of a parent caused by the Stasi. ‘‘Das Leben Der Anderen’’ inspired me to speak about the Stasi prison and the treatment of the destroyed ‘‘Häftlinge’’ in my A/S German speaking exam in May. The diminutive ‘‘ling’’ and the number they were given signify the unimportance and disregard for these prisoners.

Erich Honecker-His dominant presence in the film

Honecker was an East German president at the time of the Stasi regime. His portrait is seen hanging in the interrogation room where Albert Jerska is questioned. He was the hero of the East Germans, but also the butt of the East Germans’ jokes.  An example of this is when Wiesler and Grubitz are in the canteen and a Stasi trainee tells a joke:‘‘Erich Honecker opens his window and sees the sun.  He says ‘‘Good morning sun,how are you?’’. ‘‘The sun replies ‘‘Good morning Erich’’ ’’The joke becomes more dangerous when the Stasi trainee says the sun’s last reply in the evening ‘‘Screw you, I’m going to the West’’.  Grubitz uses his brutal nature to frighten this young man, cruelly laughing later when he discovers that he has frightened him. The Stasi camaraderie is ergo built out of fear.Honecker is again mentioned in the film,however it is Margot his wife that is mentioned by Dreyman,when Wiesler discovers Western literature by Solzhenitsyn in the apartment when they are searching for information to incriminate him.  The book that Wiesler stole to read, is a further investigation into ‘‘the lives of others’’  

Tragedy and Ironic Features of Das Leben Der Anderen

Wiesler’s self revelation also shows his cathartic nature towards Dreyman and his partner and the suffering he puts them through by spying on them. The conventions of this film show the genre of tragedy,apart from the time span it takes place in. It also shows the fallen character Christa-Marie,as one example of how this film could be portrayed as a tragedy,as she engages in a love affair with Hempf,the Minister of Culture,and takes illegal prescription drugs. In connection, these could also be shown as Christa-Marie’s fatal flaws, along with Dreyman’s fatal flaw of arrogance, displayed several times during the film. Christa Marie also develops an insight,hopefully to save her, as to where her partner’s typewriter is hidden,but Wiesler saves her partner,but her own life is far from saved. Furthermore,the idea of Wiesler going from a hard man to a humbled human being gradually throughout the film,indicates a self revealing irony that he was not intending to hurt humans,but like other people throughout history that were made to see the worst in people,he too was a sufferer of humanity and being brainwashed,and therefore forced to encroach into ‘‘the lives of others’’. When Grubitz says to Wiesler at the beginning of the film about being in the place of the students ”20 years ago”, he could be pointing out the corruption that they too went through. The young child in the lift was also brainwashed into believing that the Stasi were bad men by his father,who could have suffered at their hands himself or seen the ‘‘lives of others’’ who had. Wiesler IS the bad man, painted this way by society.One last issue I would also like to raise is Grubitz’s discovery of the types of artists that could be stereotyped by the Stasi when arrested for being political dissidents following the publication of the suicide rates report in ‘‘Der Spiegel’’ by a false alibi. Dreyman himself is described by Grubitz as a ‘’type 4’’. The definition of this? Lonely, and needing to be around people. This is later revealed as irony when Dreyman has lost his partner for life in a hit and run accident,but it is also Christa-Marie’s escape from the ‘‘bitter truth’’ which is exposed earlier to Dreyman when he sees her with Hempf.

Final Word

Speaking less controversially as it would have been seen then,I feel that yes, the GDR state ignored a lot of factors, particularly the suicides of Christa-Marie and Albert Jerska, one of the focal points of the film,meaning they were just insignificant statistics,which was a legitimate reason why Dreyman was concerned about the state of Germany as it was then. 

Doch, meine Damen und Herrn. This is where my discussion comes to an end. All that remains is for you to see ‘‘Das Leben Der Anderen ’’ for yourself.  It could literally change your life and your view of humanity. Like it has with mine.

Das Leben Der Anderen- Film review

Filed under: Uncategorized — hannlein @ 12:51 pm

”Das Leben Der Anderen” is a film about the Stasi rule of Germany during the late 1980’s. The Stasi’s Motto, was ”The Shield and Sword of the Party”. In German, the language I have been speaking for 5 years now, it would be ”Der Schild und Schwert der Partei”.

The film begins with a Stasi guard taking a young man into an interrogation room at Berlin Hohenschönhausen,the main Stasi prison,which I visited when the German class went to Berlin for a historical trip. The young man is Albert Jerska,a chief playwright at the time, arrested for presumably crossing over to West Berlin,despite disputing he was with his children and then going to his friends’ house to listen to music. He is subjected to a torturous and gruelling interrogation, asked the same question again and again.  As this is going on, the Operational Psychology class at the nearby Stasi institute are listening to Jerska’s confession. A weeping Jerska then gives a name,Gläske. He is therefore an informant of the Stasi, and also a prisoner of the Stasi. When one student dares to say that the treatment is ”inhumane”, Gerd Wiesler, the lecturer,and some could say, one of the protagonists of this film,puts a cross by this student’s name, blacklisting him. When the class finishes, this is where the film truly begins.

Colonel Grubitz announces to Wiesler that he is going to the theatre to see the new play by Georg Dreyman, a prominent playwright, a muse of Jerska. He urges Weisler to come along with him,and Weisler relents. They sit in the one of the top boxes, and during the performance, Weisler orders for Dreyman’s apartment to be bugged. He talks of Dreyman’s arrogance towards the State. He also watches Christa-Marie Sieland, Dreyman’s partner, with intent,even so when they are kissing. Wiesler goes to Minister Hempf, who has immediately taken to Sieland,presumably a) because she is a beautiful and b) so he can abuse his power. He agrees with Wiesler that this operation should go ahead.

At the after show party, a gaggle of Stasi members surround the well talked about couple as they dance, including the somewhat sleazy Hempf. Hempf propositions Sieland for a dance, but she replies ”Too late,too late” and walks well away from him to scope the room and mingle with guests. While this is happening, Dreyman confronts Hempf about Jerska’s treatment by the Stasi. Dreyman’s friend Paul joins in with the jibes,culminating in a sharp reprimandation from Dreyman. Hemfp too reprimands Dreyman for what he says,warning him to choose his words carefully.

The Stasi bugging operation is then set for Thursday, the day of Dreyman’s (supposedly,but this is disputed by Sieland herself, but I will talk about this later) 40th birthday.  Unaware to Dreyman while he is visiting Jerska and convincing him that the Stasi will soon unblacklist him, his apartment is being bugged, and Wiesler gives his comrades 20 minutes to complete the bugging operation. He then menaces Frau Meineke,Dreyman’s neighbour, saying that if she mentions one word about this, he will make sure her daughter will lose her place at the university.

Christa prepares for the party, and also tells Dreyman that he looks more 50 years old, but he says that it is his 40th. This has been disputed by critics because of his natural date of birth. Christa then produces a tie, as Dreyman said that he didn’t want any books (well, being a writer, would you want more books?). He attempts and fails to tie this tie, and drafts in Frau Meineke to help him. He says to keep it a secret, yet another secret,but less darker than the one that Wiesler has forced her to keep, creating dramatic irony. Meanwhile,we are let into the world of a rather insecure Christa-Marie,who takes prescription drugs behind her partner’s back. This action appears frequently during the movie.

The party is in full swing, but Jerska is certainly not in the mood for a party and sits in the corner reading Brecht,a book that was forbidden in the East as it was Western literature. Dreyman asks him if he sits reading books all the time. As this is going on, Paul and Hauser are arguing,Paul accusing Hauser of being in the Stasi, culminating in Dreyman’s intervention,but Hauser leaves and tells Dreyman a few home truths and to call him or never see him again unless he wants to listen.

When everyone leaves,Dreyman and Christa-Marie relax. Dreyman humourously mistakes a salad fork for a back scratcher as he is opening his presents, and then opens Jerska’s present. He is soon brought to solemnity when he sees his present ”The Sonata of a Good Man”,which is a piece that Dreyman plays later in the film, in memory of Jerska.

The night after, Hempf makes his counter-attack on Christa-Marie as she walks home, subjecting her to a sexual act in his Stasi limousine, and then he lets her out of the car,arranging another rendez vous. This is only the start of Christa Marie’s problems, and her drug addiction is earlier discovered by Dreyman. Christa-Marie, a broken woman, begs for her partner to protect her as she sleeps,saying to him ”Just hold me”.

During this movie,we also see the corrupt nature of the men in grey, as Wiesler has his way with a prostitute in his flat. This is yet another example of the Stasi abusing their power by fraternising/sororotising with the enemy:their public. A man as lonely as Wiesler has no other option to fulfil his needs,but his rapture soon comes to an end,as he begs the prostitute to stay, but she replies that she is on a schedule;ergo, she is a victim of the German system.

Dreyman then recieves the news that Jerska, his lifelong friend, has taken his own life,unable to live with his past.  The phone then rings,and it is Wiesler. Yet again, there is an irony,as Dreyman thinks it is a friend calling. When Christa- Marie comes home, Dreyman takes up the manuscript and proceeds to play it on the piano. As he is playing, a tear rolls down Wiesler’s face, Dreyman also makes a comment on how Lenin felt when he heard ”Sonata Of A Good Man” and the scene then switches to Jerska’s funeral and Dreyman reading his report on the statistics of suicide in the GDR,something with Dreyman feels has gone unignored.This is also the report that signifies the demise of many of the characters. He then arranges a meeting with Hauser and Paul. It then appears that both Hauser and Paul have befriended ”Rolf”, who is actually spying on the Dreyman/Sieland household.  They arrange a meeting with the ”Der Spiegel” editor,but not before planning the notorious and sometimes thwarted cross over to West Berlin,where they will take the script to the editor. However,they make out a back up plan,which is to make out that the report is actually a play written for the GDR’s 40th anniversary. 

Dreyman’s copy of Brecht’s work has also been stolen,but it is Wiesler who sits at home reading it. This invasion of a man who is eager to discover ”the lives of others” makes the film title very ironic.

Naturally, Wiesler overhears all of this,and rings the border guards, but then he says nothing and hangs up, saying ”Just this once” The editor then brings over a typewriter,hidden inside a cake box,and then they find somewhere to hide the manuscript and typewriter. Dreyman’s hand bleeds, and this is later significant towards the end of the film. The men celebrate with champagne,saying that it is better than the Russian stuff that was available in the East.The cork accidentally hits a switch and it feeds back to Wiesler,who gets up and goes to the Stasi,as he also hears Dreyman badmouthing the Stasi for being so idiotic,which is yet again dramtic irony,as they know exactly what Dreyman is doing, but the men use the play which they have written for the GDR’s 40th anniversary as a cover up .

The suicide report is then published in ”Der Spiegel”, and Grubitz is not happy and summons Wiesler to his office, suspicious that his comrade knows something. He also talks about the new categorisations that artists are put into when they are arrested by the Stasi. He proceeds to tell Wiesler that Dreyman is classified as a ”type 4” ,someone who is in reality lonely and cannot bear to be alone. Wiesler says that the men were writing a play,but Grubitz investigates this further,calling in a typewriter expert,and it is one of many catalysts.

That evening, Christa-Marie and Dreyman argue, as he knows that she is going to meet Hempf,and he begs her not to go,although she says she is meeting old classmates. She does indeed go to the bar where she will meet them,but instead she bumps into Wiesler,who talks to her. She then goes back to Dreyman, and Wiesler goes back to his flat. Hempf is waiting for Christa-Marie ,but when she doesn’t come,he starts his revenge campaign against his lover. Meanwhile, a young child gets into the lift with Wiesler,and tells him that his father told him ”the Stasi are bad men who lock people in prison” The innocent child does not reply when Wiesler asks him the name of his father, but Wiesler also asks the child the name of his ball,to which the child replies ”Balls don’t have names” and then gets out of the lift.

When Wiesler arrives back at the apartment, he spots what his comrade has written,and is annoyed at his immature nature,but says that it is good all the same.

Hempf is intent to get revenge on Christa-Marie,using her drug addiction as a ruse to inform the Stasi. Sure enough,the Stasi arrive at her flat the next morning and arrest her.She is taken to Berlin Hohenschönhausen in a fish van,disguising the true nature of what is really in there. She begs them to let her walk free, and if there is anything she can do for them. She becomes an informant for the Stasi,when the interrogator asks her if she knows about the Der Speigel article. Sieland laughs and cries at the same time.

Dreyman’s apartment is then searched by the Stasi the next morning after his partner is held in custody,and they find no evidence,and Christa Marie is held at the Stasi prison,but Grubitz rings Wiesler to help him,but also to reprimand him severely. Eventually, he is given one last chance to prove himself,and is asked to interrogate Christa-Marie. She tells him where the typewriter is,given her tablets back and comes home for a shower,claiming there was no water at wherever she was,and then the Stasi arrive at the house for another search. They find the doorstand, labelled as ”not kosher” by Grubitz, and the typewriter is not there. Dreyman looks and his partner,and scared of the truth she has been confronted with, she runs into the street,at which point she is killed by an oncoming van. The Stasi surround the couple, but now it is much different,with a weeping Dreyman holding his dying Christa-Marie, and as she dies, Wiesler admits that he moved the typewriter. The Stasi conclude that ”Operation Lazlo” is terminated, ”Lazlo” being Dreyman’s code name.

Grubitz then tells Wiesler that his career as a Stasi comrade is well and truly at an end,and that he will end up opening letters over steam ”For twenty years” says his comrade.

Surely enough,Grubitz is right,and it is only on November the 9th,that a fellow colleague shouts ”The wall is open!” Wiesler listens to the radio,and then exits the room. His colleagues are bemused why this is.

2 years later, Dreyman is sitting with his new partner,who at one point during the play,puts her hand on his knee,but Dreyman cannot take this,as she is not the same as his beloved Christa-Marie. Unable to cope with this,he walks out of the theatre and into the auditorium,where Hempf is also sitting. He also admits that he too could not cope in there after everything. Dreyman asks Hempf why it was he who was not under surveillance,but the irony becomes much clearer,and the scene cuts to Dreyman removing the wires from his apartment,and realising that Hempf was indeed right and that his every move was monitored by the Stasi.

He then goes to the archive office to view the files about him that were made during the monitoring period. He also sees that his partner Christa Marie Sieland was indeed the one who informed the Stasi about his activity,and then when he views the last file,where it says that the invesigtaion has ended,he sees a red mark,but this could be interpreted as the typewriter ink or blood. He then goes to the desk and asks who ”HGW/XX7” is. We find out that it is Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler,and Dreyman goes to follow him. However,he feels unable to confront him,and it is the final scene,where Wiesler sees Dreyman’s latest novel ”Sonata of a Good Man”, that he reads the inlay of the novel,where it says ”To HGW/XX7,with gratitude”,and therefore purchases the book. When asked by the shop assitant if he would like it gift wrapped,Wiesler, now humbled by Dreyman’s act,replies ”No.It’s for me.”,at which point Wiesler’s face is captured as an end frame.

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