She's up there somewhere now...

My mother outlived the GDR by three days.

I believe it was a good thing she never learned the truth.

She died happy.

She wanted us to scatter her ashes to the winds.

That's prohibited in Germany, both East and West. But we didn't care.

She's up there somewhere now. Maybe looking down at us.

Maybe she sees us as tiny specks on the Earth's surface, just like Sigmund Jähn did back then. The country my mother left behind was a country she believed in; a country we kept alive till her last breath; a country that never existed in that form; a country that, in my memory, I will always associate with my mother