wanted to use it in my election campaign. From Berlin
I went to Frankfurt, then to two rallies in Lebenstadt and Hanover, before
returning to Paris on the 30th. How could I keep all this up until October?
June 21. I put the finishing touches on my manuscript in the
Potsdam Archives. When I got back to Paris, I learned that the twentieth
session of the World Peace Congress in East Berlin had awarded me the Gregory
Lambrakis Medal. Not being completely informed about the true situation in
Germany, the authors of the citation accompanying the medal which shows the
hero of "Z" inscribed it: "For her courage and the fight she has made
for national independence." I was nontheless [sic] much moved to be so honored
as a German woman.
June 30. Bremerhaven. The ADF leaders here
had given my arrival a great deal of publicity: posters and pamphlets. We drove
to Bremen with Arno, arriving with an hour to spare. We wanted to inspect the
sound equipment in the Nordseehotel, which the ADF had hired. Herr Naber, one
of the hotel owners, met us at the door and announced: "I have cancelled the
rental of the hall. B.K. shall not enter my hotel."
He had not shut his
doors to the other parties, as the papers pointed out, and had even admitted
Admiral Karl Doenitz, Hitler's successor, when that Nazi recently attended a
Navy reunion in Bremerhaven.
After four rallies in small towns in the
region, we reached Oldenburg, where Kiesinger was to speak at a big rally
restricted to members of the Christian Democratic Union. I managed to gather
about three hundred young people of the city, which is inhabited mainly by
retired officials. There were not enough policemen to stop us from blockading
the main door of the Weser-Ems-Hall.
The Chancellor's helicopter landed
in an empty lot behind the building surrounded by a high iron fence. Kiesinger
got out of it smiling, doubtless under the impression that we were cheering
him, and waved to us. In a moment, however, he recognized his mistake, but he
seemed determined not to be embarrassed and so continued to smile and wave.
Serge and I were hoisted to the top of a car parked up against the
fence and so could see everything that was going on. The booing increased as
Kiesinger came nearer. Suddenly there he was, right in front of me. He
recognized me at once. His jaw tightened and his