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in the Summer of 1947, was the Elin Wägner , unexpectedly, a letter from the city of Berlin. She was 65 years old, well-loved writer and a tenacious one. The l

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Feministens happy romance with a German soldier fair

in the Summer of 1947, was the Elin Wägner , unexpectedly, a letter from the city of Berlin. She was 65 years old, well-loved writer and a tenacious one. The letter has evoked memories of a time when she has been in the midst of the political whirlpools in Germany in the 1920's.

in the Letter, she was sent from the Cicerostrasse in the western part of Berlin. It was a prayer for help. to: Ludwig Eberlein was wondering if she could remember his father's August . It is clear that she did it with love and a sense of loss.

by August Ritter von Eberlein: . It is, perhaps, the only happy love affair she had. What had happened to him in the German darkness, barbarity, bombing, killing?

She had been during the war years, he thought of the slightest possibility that he could have ended up on the wrong side after they lost contact with each other at the beginning of the 1930's. Wagner wrote that he had a busy childhood memories, when the ”Frau Wagner” in eager conversation he tried to convince his father to adhere to a pacifist approach. Himself, he is now a journalist in the united states licensed in the weekly newspaper Der Tagesspiegel.

After the lost love to send the distress you must come to the rescue.

his father had been seized in the final days, and was a former yugoslav prison camps under harsh conditions, which were exacerbated by the fact that he was 70 years old and was starting to get hard to pass the kind of harsh conditions. He needed some help. Could she possibly be so kind as to send a package of supplies? Berlin was of course the lack of it most of the time.

She was, probably deliberately, ”Even if he's not waived by that, once again, to go to war, he would not be responsible for any action that could be perceived as dishonest.” The words were, in fact, quite bland. The letter revealed nothing. It ended with the father's address. Dr. August von Eberlein, Kriegsgefangenen Number 233 Of The 999, the Layer 227, Zrenjanin, Serbia.

and, of Course, picked her up nödpaket with the variety of products. When the lost lovers, to send the distress you must come to the rescue.

At the Hotel, the Metropolis collected by August Ritter von Eberlein network for plotting

In september, the two arrived in a new mail message. This one time, at the Tagesspiegels stationery. Ludwig turned to her, ”liebesgaben”, ideas, for, his father. He told me that he was the next week, at Heidelberg, and on the newspaper's behalf. There, he would remember the old days when he got to know the wife's Writing, and she has spent time with his father.

She had come to Heidelberg for the first time in 1921, and then returned several times over the next couple of years. She had taken a position as a writer and a journalist, in one of Europe's most infected conflicts, the one between France and Germany on how the mainland would be organised after the first world war, and how peace could be assured. The whole of the Rhineland, and eventually also in the Ruhr region had been occupied by the foremost of the French troops.

At the Hotel, the Metropolis collected by August Ritter von Eberlein network, in order to conspire on how to best defeated by the French, and liberated the German territories. The night was a messenger across the river to the occupied zone motståndsceller with a secret message inrullade in a waterproof lock. On the day the exchanged views on the unarmed combat, the possibilities of the in-house restaurant.

This is the intellektuellas mission, and destiny.

on the future of Europe was at stake. She was referred to by Mahatma Gandhi, , and he listened with a sceptical smile. There was a time when all of her different ideas were brought together into a solid whole. During a few dramatic years, she took the leap from being a writer and a journalist, to be an intellectual. ”It's all too bad that is not a better writer with all of my adventures, ' stated she, much later, in a letter to the couple of years.

She had been in one of the geographical focal point of a dangerous period of time, and have chosen the side of the page. However, she was forced to sign, but the history of a model. This is the intellektuellas mission, and destiny. A few years ago, it had been clear that she had lost all of the big political battles she was involved in. Europe has gone in the wrong direction in every way, straight into the mass of death. Now all we have are the ruins. Letters from Berlin in the summer and in the fall of 1947, served as a reminder.

I was captivated by the Wägners's early radicalism.

this is A summer week many years ago, I rented my family a house in a high and solitary hill in the future. The kids swam in a decent, clean swimming pool. For the evening, you could see the lights of Montalcino on the other side of the valley. In a deck chair, I read the Ulla Isakssons. and Erik Hjalmar Linder , the fat, the biography of Elin Wägner. It was painful to hold in, and from the water a short swim, got the sides to buckle out.

I was captivated by the Wägners's early radicalism, by the clatter of that which the young men snorted the older kvinnosakens sedlighetsiver, and her recurrence of conflict that will belong to the organized connection, and to be free in their own terms and conditions. But, gradually, it began to reach for her last year, I began to feel a growing alienation in the face of her growing svärmerier of the earth, the countryside, and the lost traditions of her faith in the ”one-övervärldslig the divine law which we cannot escape”.

this is a famous photograph of the posing, she furrowed wise woman from behind with a spinning wheel in the dim light. She was, in that regard, not in my world. What would I need to with her? However, there was still something, even in the most conservative that I knew. In the early morning, with the lingering fog, I saw a large lokatt to take some smooth move, past the pool, and disappeared among the trees. The next day we went on our way.

Her romance with The ärrige, August Ritter von Eberlein, intrigued me.

But I couldn't shake off the Sign Writing. I was trying to read her romance novels without much success. The time had come up hard on them. They weren't unreadable, but close. The show was also the idépolitiska activity that is intellectual and have been. It needs to be investigated further. It was the one that appealed to me.

brown arkivlåda one of her surviving letters and documents, there are a few simple noteringsböcker in which she is cast down to the whims, impressions, and thoughts. They usually have a black cover, is lined, and can fit in a large kappficka. Many are gone, but some still remain. In the book, the fourth of which is dated 1921, the same year she made her first, tumultuous journey for the invasion of the Rhineland, away from their safe lives in the Stockholm liberal circles, she said, ”We just don't know until we cut loose, what's with this secrecy, and little critical sense. The people at the hotel, and the härvägar in the woods and in the town squares, they know the truth about the man he is made low: and the värnlöshet better than we do. Now I'm going to get one and learn it.”

It was on her travels in Germany, for four years, at the beginning of the 1920's that bit stuck in my mind. Her romance with The ärrige, August Ritter von Eberlein, only me, an american and a pacifist and a German, militant nationalist, who was involved in a sensational political murder, a mysterious pair of.

hand in hand, I began to realize that he was not the only one.

I found a middle-aged woman on the hunt for an explanation, context, and adventure of a Europe torn apart, but still trying to invent a new fredsordning. Gradually, I began to realize that he was not the only one. It seemed to be again the defeat was, in fact, they are the first as yet uncertain, the efforts to realize the conditions in which I have taken for granted — that of a united Europe, the globalist institutions, and the promotion of human rights. My attempt to capture the Sign Writing has developed into a voyage of discovery into the strange unknown of the 1920's.

as Per Wirtén is an author and co-workers Express their Culture. Click here for more information on Europe, is constantly that of Europe. Sign up Wägners-lost in love.”

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