1. Born 1945. My mother, Edith Klingbeil, left me in an orphanage, three weeks old (92% of those babies died at that time in the post-war Germany under such a treatment);
2. First ten years in the urban jungle of Wuppertal, Germany, daily corporal punishment in several cellars many years, always at the same time: clock 19.00 – by the people, who adopted me: Erwin and Luise Fritze
3. Teenager period in a small country town, learning old Latin, Greek, Hebrew, maths, physics…
4. Was forced to join the army, but managed to quit the job.
5. Studied theology, but then managed again to quit the job.
6. Married my wife Barbara, a photographer.
7. We got two daughters, I did earn the money by teaching.
8. Wrote a book on: “The perseverance of the philosophers”
9. Threw away my old typewriter, started to write on a PC in the world wide web – trying to use that uncomfortable English language
10. Wrote for amazon (de, co.uk, ca, com) as “frizztext” book reviews, topics: philosophy, politics, fine arts, photography
11. Made (together with my wife Barbara) a trip to New York: to become an instant lover of photography there (thanks to our Jewish friends, Joe and Ursel Winter, who had managed to escape to New York, leaving the third Reich 1940)
12. Played Gypsy jazz guitar, escaping my German orthodox cultural box.
13. Found after 40 years of searching my mother Edith behind the iron curtain in the eastern part of Germany; (she made suicide, after I went back to West Germany again)
14. Fell ill, forced to quit my job; retired…
15. Our daughters, now grown up, are living in big German cities (Berlin, Munich) as an architect or a banker; they both have a son.
16. I am trying for the rest of my life to relax and write
ShimonZ from Jerusalem replied:
In my effort to get to know you Dietmar, I read through a lot of your older posts. Got to know a bit of your tastes, and how you feel about certain things. There were times when I agreed with you, and times when I didn’t. I’m sorry that comments are closed on a lot of these old posts. There were things I wanted to say to you… But I suppose it doesn’t matter that much. Because there were also some things… maybe the most important things… that I wouldn’t have written anyway, because these pages are open to all, and the most important things are the most personal things. I was glad that I found the German biography though. It explained a lot of what I was looking for. And it made me realize that we have certain scars in common.