Tears of ice or The stolen life


 It is a disturbing report which Eva Siebenherz has written down. The narrative doesn‘t follow classical rules of literature, according to which the appearance and activity of the protagonists of a story are gradually built up and finally dramatized into the right light of their actions. The people of whom Eva Siebenherz tells are suddenly there and just as quickly disappear. Spot on! Light off! Just as the narrator has perceived the people who have been helpful or ruinous to her in life.

Her story is a testimony. A report, resting on a late road mark, uncertain which route she has left! Because the lived was not without consequences, for the living in it. Because, as we know, disease is the language of the soul. Eva Siebenherz’s life has had innumerable impacts. Almost consuming her.

She experienced the destruction of the sacred team: the cohesion of mother and children. Not by death or disease, but by the restrictive action of the state. By forced adoption! Her story is a German one. The story of a part of her life in the GDR. Events that are still gladly swept into the dark, invisible corner. Uncomfortable truths!


Having barely grown out of childhood, she shifts from one unloved relationship to another – unhappy partner and motherhood are pre-programmed. After a series of severe blows of fate and fabricated accusations, she is released from custody of her children by the authorities and serves a prison sentence of several years. The years of imprisonment and the adoption of her children end after endless torture in an emigration to the West.

Eva Siebenherz was unable to carry out the balancing act of her childhood between a well-disposed and well-to-do existence of the grandparents and the chaotic life of the mother without her own turmoil. She belonged to those who didn‘t find their life furrow or niche in the midst of the ideological field of the GDR, and always fell out of the line. With bad experiences and increasing, formative bitterness.

But no one likes to lean back self-confident while reading heir lines: This couldn‘t have happened to me …

Of course it is to a large extent a report of the daily life of a perished republic, the GDR. Hard and relentlessly told, just like she got treated herself. But then soon also the experience of other living patterns in the West. Bright and dark. Every country has its dirt spots behind the deceptive-lighted high-gloss facade. Not everywhere the hour already hit to her sweeping.

The truths of Eva Siebenherz came to light only with the dissolution of the GDR. Eva Siebenherz talks about her life! From her point of view and dismay. But she also speaks with a hundredfold voice of those women who have experienced and suffered the same. She speaks in light of hundreds of children, whose natural family security and trustworthiness was destroyed within a few hours. Their mother suddenly taken out of their world! Living and growing up in a web of lies. Often their torn, common life-threads could no longer be linked after years.

Eva Siebenherz tells of her struggle of keeping her late children, her reunion with her firstborn and the life that took place between it. She tells it in the language of her scarred soul.