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Comrade RockstarShe wasn't at all aggressive about it; she simply believed. At the Stadt Hotel, where, a few months earlier, a sullen doorman had turned us away, Wiebke had things in hand. A table had been booked. The waiter smiled at Wiebke as we sat down and she began her story of her first meeting with Dean. At the film festival in Liepzig [2], when she saw Dean across the room, she was determined to meet him. The room was full of filmmakers, but all she could see was the gorgeous man with the blue eyes in a white turtleneck sweater. Every other woman in the room was staring at him, too. A clever, curious girl, she was thirty, worked part-time as a model, and had trained as a teacher. She adored music and art: she was especially into Simon and Garfunkel, the Beatles, the Mamas and the Papas, and Leonard Cohen. Their records were not always easy to come by in East Berlin, but there were ways, and Wiebke was hip. She was standing with a friend who followed her gaze. "What an astonishing-looking man," said Wiebke's friend. Wiebke had an idea and she ran out of the room ...» |
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