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My eyes were opened to the lingering touches of the GDR and the distrust sewn between families, friends, and neighbors through 40 years of occupation. During a tour of the Statsi Prison in Berlin, I was able to slip away from the group and capture the empty hall where so many experienced the horrors of oppression and false-accusation.

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