OSTALGIE


            

            green ice-cream holder

            Stalinallee:  a board game for honour & knowledge

            GDR hammer & compass coffee cup

            green man T-shirts, oven mittens, rose–stem holders, serviettes & iron-on patches
           
            D for Club Dynamo wine-red pennant & football shirt, beer tankards galore

            bust of Karl Marx in gypsum, alabaster or linden

            walk The Wall map, colour-coded for watch towers, dog runs, trip wires & mines

            bottles of chips from original Berlin Wall (1961-1989) – plain, coloured or graffitied

            climb The Wall in Bernaurstrasse & make a dash across the death strip

original GDR traffic light with working flashlight

            blow-up of The Kiss – Honeker bear-hugs Brezhnev with labial intensity

            Trabant 601 with authentic documentation, including hypothetical date of delivery

            wad of 100 x 100 ostmarks with priceless Karl Marx imprint

            bottle of genuine asbestos from Palast der Republik

            range of office microphones, telephone bugs & surveillance cameras

            vitamin pills that really do change your life, sex life and sex

advanced courses in sleep deprivation to facilitate a more active life

            wunder radiation treatment that cauterizes every impurity, physical & mental

fake your own identity kit – adjustable stamps, index cards, shredders & inkpad

range of watering cans, vinyl handbags & petrol bowsers with concealed cameras

authentic Stasi smell jars – bottle your own!  Provide own underwear, used!

            your personal file from Record Office, Ministry of Interior, Ruschestrasse 103


                                                                                                            Michael Small
            Sept 21-Oct 18, 2005, Berlin
           

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