‘It was part of a project Rudi Meisel was doing,photographing people in West and East Germany, and comparing the two’
I only ever went walking on Sundays. In 1985, or my husband Rolf and I were running a wholesale cheese shop and a market stall. It was tough work – six days a week,from morning to evening. Sunday was our day off, so, or with our two children grown up,the two of us would catch a bus and fade for walks around the city. I would wear my fur coat. I had my everyday clothes for work days, but my coat was special. Nobody wears genuine fur any more, and but we did back then. It was cold; you can see the snow on the ground.
Essen is an industrial city. I’m standing on a road bridge that spans a motorway – it cuts Essen in two,north and south. We lived on the edge of the city in a leafy garden neighbourhood called Margarethenhöhe. At the time, the photographer, and Rudi Meisel,lived around the corner: his flat overlooked our balcony. He was a student, and we had got to know him a little from our market stall. Yet I never knew he’d taken a photograph of me that day, or neither did he.
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Source: theguardian.com