This is the story of a house build in 1938 in East Berlin. Four generations of my family have experienced the events of World War II, Russian invasion and occupation via the Berlin Wall in this house. These photographs attempt to break open the legacy of my families personal trauma and the dark memories of violence, loss, terror, separation and suppression. There were always ghosts in the house. Breathing, moving, slowly. Changing the shadows. Whispers of movement of articles of clothing. They were memories. Not actual spirits. They were things that happened in the house in the past and they stayed. They didn’t leave. And they were thick. They were not loud. They were the things we did not talk about.
