We have Tulla, Paul's mother, Paul himself, and finally Konny, Paul's son. Everyone had their own interpretation of the past. Tulla, the grandmother in this novel, seems to feel a little bitter about not being able to talk about her traumatic events. Her son Paul becomes a journalist and she insists that he write about it. Tulla says: “It's all I live for – so my son will be able to testify to that one of these days. » As much as she wants to talk about the past, Paul wants nothing to do with it. It can be seen that the obsession with one's past is rejected by the official silence on these issues in the German Democratic Republic. “strictly opposed to any attempt to present Nazi pseudo-ideology as harmless.” She represents the people who adore their golden past. I feel like their recognition trauma blocks a clear view of their aspects of Nazi Germany. Paul was born the same night of the shipwreck; the same day when he wishes he had nothing to do with it. Paul says: “Here it is again, that damn date. History, or, to be more precise, the history that we Germans have often wasted, is a clogged toilet. We flush the toilet and we flush the toilet, but the shit keeps coming up. For example, that damned thirtieth. The way he clings to me marks me. It was normal for the 2nd generation to feel this way about the German past at that time. The post-war generation, in my opinion, was paralyzed by