
Originally Posted by
barbaro
rainfall,
I'd love a thread on your experiences in East Germany.
The details. What you liked, and didn't like.
What life was like for you?
Possible? Or, could I ask here?
It was a life of certainties, everyone had a job which was a place of fun and little stress. We had good food, a home, health care, good education. There was no poverty, no people living on the streets. The prices for anything never changed by so much as a Pfennig. One could build a family home with 120 square metres for about 100 times the average monthly income, but why bother when the rent for a flat was a mere 3% of the monthly wage? The law was comprehensible and never changed either, and you never needed a lawyer. It was a peaceful country internally and externally, I never had to point a gun at anybody, and no one ever pointed a gun at me. There were reasons for national pride, small GDR collected more medals at Olympics than the Americans and Russians more than once. The British felt the same last year. Only thing that really sucked was that the jobs weren't from nine to five, but 06:10 till 15:45, including two breaks for breakfast and lunch. I hated to get up in the night. The leaders weren't particularly bright, but good people. They didn't live in the pomp of white houses but humble bungalows, they didn't have a fleet of personal 747 for journeys, but booked scheduled flights. When we asked them for regime change, they gave in without bloodshed. That, for me, is the divide between good and evil.
It failed because of all the certainties, I guess, there was no need to excell, no incentive to rise socially. A few people did and drove around in Western cars or had huge mansions in zones were no one else could build, but it wasn't much of a difference in a society tuned to equality, that didn't punish idleness, incompetence, and wrong decisions of the individual. They couldn't buy better healthcare, or better education for their kids, or have more days of paid holiday. My single mother had two kids and money wasn't plenty during my childhood, so I figured to work hard and get rich on my own. It was possible if you wanted. Took up a job in the USSR, 84 working hours per week, 3 months apiece without a day off. Building the pipeline that brings gas from Siberia to Europe until today. That paid about 8 times the average income of East German citizens, more than generals or CEOs of the largest factories made. I also traded stuff that was unavailable in the USSR, like Western cassette recorders or walkmen, and bought things not available in GDR on the way home, like gold. One roundtrip, 1,000% profit. Perfectly legal, and taxfree. One of the charts in the thread about the decline of the middle class in the US says the average net worth of the American family was $77,300 in 2010. I had many times this amount in 1989. Would have become a rare millionaire, but then in late 1989 when everything collapsed I thought we would be pulled from the USSR anyway, and quit on my own to join the revolutionaries at home.
I was one of the co-founders of the DSU, a right-wing party that got 6% of the vote in the first free election in GDR, most members later absorbed by the West CDU. Quit my job the day the Westmark was introduced, established my own business, and lost time and interest for politics. Didn't know for the next 15 years were the job center was in my town, but learned to fear the constant intrusions of the revenue office in my matters. There are more entities designed to harass businesses in Germany, the chamber for commerce and trade, the employees health and pensions insurances, the employees accident insurance, and so on. They all want to be updated regularly, and more often than not unscheduled, and their share of the spoils. I also had a couple of kids from earlier marriages, and the lawyers of the mothers or the youth welfare authorities constantly bombarded me with inquiries on how much money I made. I wasn't unwilling to pay, but the rules for support and taxes and everything are in constant flux to maintain certain jobs, and it took an awful lot of time to keep them all informed. Didn't have much time for the actual shop left. I feel the authorities and lawyers were worse than the Stasi in the years before. The long working hours during the late GDR years, and later self-dependance took eventually their toll, and I burned out. Retired at 43, and sold my business.