I Sleep in Hitler's Room

Copyright © 2011 by Tuvia Tenenbom

The Jewish Theater of New York

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ISBN: 978-0-9839399-2-4

“Irresistibly fascinating . . . emotionally explosive . . . seductive . . . engaging . . . very effective humor.”—
The New York Times

“Every word that comes out of Tenenbom’s pen can set the world on fire.”—
Yiddish
Forward

“A mystical provocateur; unstoppable.”—
Le Monde
 (France)

“Tenenbom’s hodgepodge of politics, zealotry and literary genres is fresh and audacious.”—
The Village Voice

“Brilliant.”—
The Jewish Week

“Dazzling . . . A free artist who fights for truth and tolerance.”—
Le Vif L’Express
(Belgium)

“Tenenbom’s laughter touches our soul in places where mere intellect could never reach.”—
Die Zeit
 (Germany)

“One of the most iconoclastic and innovative of contemporary dramatists.”—
Corriere Della Sera
 (Italy)

“He resembles the late German stage and film director Rainer Werner Fassbinder. But where Fassbinder blackly brooded, Tenenbom crackles and shoots off sparks.”—
Lifestyle

“Tenenbom dares.”
—La Razón
(Spain)

Tuvia Tenenbom is a political dramatist and journalist. His articles and essays have been published in newspapers including
Die Zeit
of Germany,
Corriere della Sera
of Italy, and
Yedioth Ahronoth
of Israel as well as on various internet sites. Tuvia, who holds advanced degrees in both fine arts and science, is also the founder and artistic director of The Jewish Theater of New York.

This book is dedicated to my wife, Isi Tenenbom, who joined me along for the ride, snapped close to 2,000 photos along the way, lovingly comforted me when the going was tough, and shared in the laughter when it was all done.

The Germans, I am apt to believe, derive their original from no other people.

—
Tacitus

If my theory of relativity is proven successful, Germany will claim me as a German and France will declare that I am a citizen of the world. Should my theory prove untrue, France will say that I am a German and Germany will declare that I am a Jew.

—
Albert Einstein

My debt of gratitude to the many people, institutions, and companies for their help during the different stages of my journey:

The people of
Die Zeit
who guided me as I started out:

Helmut Schmidt, former chancellor of Germany; Giovanni di Lorenzo, editor in chief; Dr. Christof Siemes, culture reporter; Peter Kümmel, chief drama critic; Jens Jessen, culture editor; Evelyn Finger, Belief & Doubt editor.

Stanislaw Tillich, prime minister of Saxony; Kai Diekmann, editor in chief of the most-read European daily,
Bild
; the popular comedian and pianist Helge Schneider; Adolf Sauerland, mayor of Duisburg; the journalist and activist Peter Scholl-Latour—to name just a few.

The various tourist-information offices around the country who facilitated my free stay in hotels and eateries; the directors and managers of institutions who personally accompanied me into their treasures; the managers of the luxurious Steigenberger Frankfurter Hof in Frankfurt, Excelsior Hotel Ernst in Cologne, and Hotel Elephant in Weimar, among others; various leading politicians and activists of the right, left, and center; celebrated leaders of culture; various economists; bosses of industry, including Volkswagen and Mercedes; priests, pastors, rabbis, and heroin addicts; high-school students who warmly welcomed me into their classes and life; the Turkish community of Marxloh, including the imam of Germany’s biggest mosque. Thanks go also to all those in between, including Germany’s poor and forlorn in cities and farms across the land, as well as its richest on the island of Sylt. And for the many, too many to mention, who gracefully opened for me the door to their homes and the gate to their souls.

Deserving special mention are Michael Eberth, who fought and still fights for this book, for his loyalty and boundless intelligence, and Isa Lowy, my mother-in-law, who was—and is—always there for me.

From Rowohlt’s publicity campaign for this book before it was censored.

Original title in German:

Ich bin Deutschland:
Eine Entdeckungsreise

Events in this book span 2009 through 2011.

Journey in Germany: May through September 2010.

Not all people interviewed, or cities visited, have made it to this book. Those who are in this book are fair representations of those met and interviewed.

Order of appearance is chronological, unless otherwise stated. Specific date, day, hour, minute, or second not mentioned. This is not a work of fiction.

When used in interviews, quotation marks in this book indicate exact quotes by interviewees.

Interviews contained herein were recorded, filmed, or done in the presence of at least one witness. When none of these conditions existed, relevant pages were approved by the source before publication. On the occasions when interviewees requested their authorization before publication, their written authorizations were properly secured. In addition, supporting evidentiary materials were accumulated. Email correspondence, when applicable, was preserved. Nearly two thousand pictures were taken.

Table of Locations

Chapter 1: New York

Chapter 2: Rome

Chapter 3: Hamburg

Chapter 4: Neumünster

Chapter 5: Hamburg

Chapter 6: Wolfsburg

Chapter 7: Munich (“München”), Berlin

Chapter 8: Berlin

Chapter 9: Suburb of Hamburg

Chapter 10: Hamburg, Munich, Oberammergau, Schwangau

Chapter 11: Munich, Dachau

Chapter 12: Munich, Nürnberg, Coburg

Chapter 13: Tübingen, Black Forest, Stuttgart

Chapter 14: Frankfurt, Nauheim, Butzbach

Chapter 15: Berlin

Chapter 16: Berlin, Dortmund

Chapter 17: Duisburg, Dortmund, Mülheim, Düsseldorf.

Chapter 18: Duisburg (Marxloh)

Chapter 19: Köln

Chapter 20: Weimar

Chapter 21: Buchenwald, Weimar

Chapter 22: Leipzig

Chapter 23: Dresden, Meißen, Görlitz, Zgorzelec (Poland)

Chapter 24: Hamburg

Chapter 25: Sylt, Denmark

This book was scheduled to be in German bookstores in April of 2011. It never got there.

It was advertised by Rowohlt, one of the biggest and most powerful publishing companies in Germany, as an up-and-coming title on its 2011 list, as a best seller.

It never got there, best seller or not.

Alexander Fest, head of Rowohlt, made sure of that. This book, he told me, would be published only if I agreed to tone it down. He had a plan, a simple plan: Cut or change the most revealing parts. Why? Well, there are things that are better kept secret. No, he didn’t phrase it like that. He used harsher words. Words like “Your book is deplorably undercomplex [
sic
] and uninformed.” What was so bad about it?

The answer came soon enough. I was presented with a version of the manuscript reflecting cuts and changes throughout, and only if I agreed with their “edited” version would they publish the book. Most of the edits had to do with German anti-Semitism, which this book uncovers. Accounts of it were fully cut from their edited version. Also cut were passages of certain interviews where respondents betrayed their anti-Semitism and were now transformed into philo-Semites by the stroke of a pen.

Other times Mr. Fest showed a creative streak. In a few instances where this book had the word
Jews
in it, he demanded that it be changed to
Israel
. It’s not nice to show that there are Germans who hate Jews, but Israel is a different story; that’s political and the Israelis, after all, are known to be bad people.

What he did was not make the book “overcomplex” or “informed.” What he did was pure censorship, fit for an Iranian publisher under the ayatollahs. He steamed when I said this, but he didn’t change his mind.

Discussions with Mr. Fest, or with those he charged with the task of negotiating with me in his company, lasted for months. Usually, he employed the worst conduct that this writer has ever witnessed in a professional context. Verbal abuse was a staple in his dealings, as he and his cadre of followers seemed to cherish every opportunity to get ugly and, at times, descend to anti-Semitism. I am, so I was told at one point, a “Jewish hysteric,” like the “patron saint of all of them, Woody Allen.”

Yes, Jews are “hysteric.”

As time went by I was screamed at, constantly lied to, and spoken about in the most degrading terms. When I tried to meet Mr. Fest he would hide and say he’s not in Germany and won’t be any time soon. As time passed, I was not allowed to speak to anyone in the company, and if I called no one talked to me. Only emails. Abusive emails, to be exact. I was the Degenerate Jew, the “hysteric,” treated like a slave by the Master Race.

It didn’t start that way. The book in front of you was actually accepted by Rowohlt. My editor, the one who commissioned me to write it and followed its development, told me that “it’s even better than I expected.” She asked for no changes and demanded no cuts. All she wanted was to see it printed.

But Mr. Fest didn’t.

Lawyers, outside editors, various literary agents and fellow journalists tried to intervene. Some tried to change Mr. Fest’s mind, others tried to find different German publishers.

All failed.

No German publisher, I was told privately, would publish a book that paints Germans as anti-Semitic. It has nothing to do with truth; it has everything to do with image. Germans are a tribe, I was told, and the tribe will protect itself. This is something I am not used to. Walk into any American bookstore and you will find quite a number of books that are fiercely anti-American, and no one is protesting or raising any objections. This, after all, is the essence of free speech. But Germany, obviously, is not America.

Personally, I didn’t want to believe it. Month after month and week after week, I tried to mend the fences, but, like everyone else, I too failed. Time passed, lies piled up, and nothing changed for the better. 

This does not mean that I stop trying. Even as I write these words, I continue to identify and approach likely German publishers. Recently I entered negotiations with another of Germany’s top publishers. They are “eager” to publish the book, they tell me, and I hope that they will follow through. Time passes, but hope springs eternal.

The passage of time, though painful and exhausting, proved a blessing in disguise, as it offered the benefit of hindsight. It is better indeed to look at events with a more rounded view that only time can afford.

Events described in this book are timelier today than they were last year. A demonstration in Hamburg, as recounted in these pages, provides a striking similarity to the demonstrations in the Middle East and North Africa: In both cases the younger generations rebel against their elders and demand a revolution. Can a demonstration in Hamburg better illustrate the demonstrations taking place in the Middle East today? I believe so. There’s something in the spirit of youth, be it for good reasons or bad, that calls for rebellion; and there’s something in the spirit of man, for better or worse, that if allowed to wreak havoc he or she will do so. Additionally, it illustrates the power of the crowd and its psychology and of mass mentality. Similarly, with respect to the Israeli–Palestinian conflict, the issue of Gaza and flotillas as told in this book grants us a better understanding of what is happening today and will happen in the years ahead.