In those days in Magdeburg Anne didn’t have a job, but she did have friends. This is how it came to pass that Anne didn’t ask the spirits about her own fate had she done so, she would have spared herself the fleeing, the arrest, the stint in a GDR prison. It was fun and entertaining, whereas the reality and near future of young East Germans were neither fun nor entertaining. Once a spirit who had known Bertolt Brecht turned up, and another time there was a child who always sat on the right knee of the Good Lord.
What the spirits did tell Anne and her friends were wondrous, sophisticated stories that captivated them. You just couldn’t do a thing like that, so it didn’t work to hazard a glance into your own future. was going to successfully escape the GDR next week. Imagine a spirit announcing to the whole crowd at a séance that Anne H. Plus, you always had to assume there were spies around. Others had already applied for exit visas and were waiting in fear of bad news. Some of her friends had also considered fleeing. Of course she didn’t know that the GDR’s days were numbered, since she’d asked the spirits next to nothing about her own future – that was too touchy a subject. When she was 22 and bored to death of everything, she decided to flee East Germany. But she ended up summoning spirits again and again, she just couldn’t let go of it.Īnne was born in Magdeburg in 1966. One day things went far enough that she got a terrible scare and resolved never to mess with that stuff again. Thank you.Ī woman with a supernatural bent noticed her abilities early in life and played with them. This story is a gift from Anne, the red wine witch, the Lady of Goseck Castle, the Magdeburger medium. The long auburn hair, the savagely bemused gaze, the big heart in a broad chest and the scent of afternoon coffee rising behind her. That woman can conjure spirits, she has this amazing rapport with them.” So you arranged to meet with this unknown Anne, she opened the door and you were standing in front of none other than the neighborhood lady. But then everything took a different turn when the painter Uta Päffgen said at the Cindy Sherman opening, “If you’re looking for ghosts, talk to Anne.
Neighborhood ladies crossing paths with the ladies in their neighborhood, as if pulled on strings: it could have gone on like that forever. She was like Monday, the day she brought her kid to school, Tuesday, the day she swam laps, Wednesday when she picked the kid up, Thursday when she did the shopping, Friday when she came out of the bakery with pieces of cake wrapped in paper. You saw her at the supermarket, you saw her in line at the post office.
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