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"Yes, we've been spoiled by technology. We can't accept doing without loudspeakers or rotary presses. Handwritten placards and whispered proclamations just don't carry the same weight. Technology has devalued the impact of our speech and writing. In the old days one man's call to arms was enough to set off an uprising - a few hand-printed leaflets, ninety-five theses nailed to a church door in Wittenberg. But today we need more, we need bigger and better, wider repercussions, mass-produced by the machines and multiplied exponentially. A woman reading the placards summed it up nicely: "Well, just look what those two [Hitler and Goebbels] have come to."
-page 20
"The man spins around, stares at me in amazement. I sense I've taken him aback. He doesn't understand. Evidently he's never heard one of us "mutes" address him in his own language. Because the Russian word for Germans, nemtsy, means "mutes". Presumably it dates from the Hanseatic League, over five hundred years ago, when German merchants used sign language to trade textiles and lace for beeswax and furs in Novgorod and elsewhere."
-page 47
"A Woman in Berlin", anonymous. An educated woman's account of life in Berlin from April 20th to June 16th, 1945 - the bombings, the surrender, famine, mass rape, and despair, all told in a singularly unsentimental, almost harsh light, a statement of facts to keep herself sane. A sobering read, but a necessary one.
-page 20
"The man spins around, stares at me in amazement. I sense I've taken him aback. He doesn't understand. Evidently he's never heard one of us "mutes" address him in his own language. Because the Russian word for Germans, nemtsy, means "mutes". Presumably it dates from the Hanseatic League, over five hundred years ago, when German merchants used sign language to trade textiles and lace for beeswax and furs in Novgorod and elsewhere."
-page 47
"A Woman in Berlin", anonymous. An educated woman's account of life in Berlin from April 20th to June 16th, 1945 - the bombings, the surrender, famine, mass rape, and despair, all told in a singularly unsentimental, almost harsh light, a statement of facts to keep herself sane. A sobering read, but a necessary one.
