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Heute treffen wir Klaus Münstermann.
Klaus beschreibt sich selbst als
das schwarze Schaf seiner Stadt.
Viel Spaß beim Interview.
My name is Klaus Münstermann,
I’m 55 years old and I live here in Neubukow.
I was born on February 28, 1955 here in Neubukow,
in Wismarschen Straße number 33.
My parents were farmers, they had a farm here …
Later they became part of the LPG, but both
passed away, unfortunately. My mother died of cancer …
That was in 1975, in ’76.
And father died in 1983 of a heart attack, so to speak.
I have six siblings.
Like I said, one sister died of cancer.
Most of them live outside of town.
Two brothers still live here.
We were here and there.
At 14 we started boozing.
I had …
You got in contact with the wrong people.
With the outcasts, if one can call them that.
When I was 14 I got a Schwalbe scooter. My parents …
I don’t know how they came up with the money back then.
Then I was on the road.
I apprenticed as a tile-layer, but I didn’t finish.
Because during my training I left the FDJ,
and that was a serious …
Thing.
So …
I never put up with anything.
I’ve always spoken my mind.
Then one time here in town two young men approached me,
I should show up in Doberan the next day.
That’s also what my file says at the secret police …
I appeared voluntarily at the secret police in Doberan. 
Yes, it was voluntarily.
If you wouldn’t show up they would have come to get you.
And there they tried to convince me for six hours,
seven hours, to sign up to be a police informer.
At the end of the day they threw me out and said
I’ll have a miserable life, that’s what’s taken care of.
Because I wouldn’t give my signature.
I’m the black sheep here in town …
Because I simply know too much about the
ladies and gentlemen who work here in city hall and so forth.
From the old days.
Because this city is ruled by the secret police.
Here they’d like to get rid of me rather today, rather yesterday
than today or tomorrow. They’d like to push me far way.
I want to be remembered as someone …
Who helped out, was there.
If the worst came to the worst I helped out.
Who doesn’t talk.
Who isn’t a police spy, till today.
Like it’s always been.
Because nobody ever got anything out of me.
Many tried.
There’s this policeman here, he just passed away. He said …
Before he retires he’ll put me to jail.
I say, not even he will succeed. And he never did.
Because I don’t talk.
