
The Woman Who Married The Berlin Wall
THE woman who married the Berlin Wall:
“Among the broken lumps of masonry and rubbish is a shed in which a film by Lars Laumann tells the story of a Swedish woman who fell in love with the Berlin Wall and now believes they are husband and wife. In the dark, my jaw dropped. The story, I realised, is not a spoof. Eija-Riitta Berliner-Mauer really is Mrs Berlin Wall, and lives with her now retired husband, in the form of various small barbed-wire-topped models of himself, in a village in northern Sweden. She says the day the wall came down was an absolute disaster, but she loves her wall just the same. As well as her beloved husband and numerous cats, she also keeps various scale-models of guillotines for company. What turns her on is parallel lines, rectangular shapes, forms that divide (such as walls), and others that connect (such as bridges). Don’t ask about the guillotines. She says she’s an object-sexualist, and believes that objects have souls, feelings, desires and thoughts they share with her telepathically.“
For more information see BerlinerMauer.se
Posted: 9th, April 2008 | In: Strange But True, Twitterings Comments (3) | Follow the Comments on our RSS feed: RSS 2.0 | TrackBack | Permalink
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June 21st, 2008 at 12:06 pm
JJ…. some of us have been married to brick walls at one time another! Now let me count…….
I have the documentary recorded but haven’t watched it yet (daughter says its gross!)….. other ‘husbands’ include picket fence and eiffel tower.
Not as bad as the bloke married to his horse though! Now THAT truly is gross!
M and A
Poor mare!
June 21st, 2008 at 11:55 am
A wall widow. How tragic. He must have been stoned on their wedding day… and it must have been hard to tear down such a relationship. Wonder if there were cracks in their marriage which eventually led to the demolition of her husband’s trust? Maybe he suspected his wife of having an affair with Hadrian’s Wall and he had a total breakdown. As for the woman’s affair with a garden fence… sitting on the fence is always inadvisible.
I dated Big Ben in college. It didn’t work out; he was too tightly wound, and was always accusing me of being late. I was like, sorry, not everybody has a clock on their face! It was rather like talking to a wall.
Don’t they have the Mental Health Act in Germany?!
April 9th, 2008 at 9:47 am
Oh, I dunno, a lot of men have a lot in common with walls….