Three friends, a kitchen table, the night outside the window: Annett Gröschner, Peggy Mädler and Wenke Seemann talk. About themselves as "East German women", whatever that pigeonhole means, about the happiness of crooked lives, about the present with its constantly encroaching past. They drink, laugh and wrestle, talk about scraps of memory and contradictions, about the complexity of influences and about ideals that have become alien over the years. Her book, published by Hanser-Verlag, is as witty and warm-hearted about remembering and reinventing oneself as any major social discussion deserves.
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