Chapter 24 of the Peter and Gertrud Klopp Story – Part IV

The Wall Comes Tumbling Down

Excerpts from our Correspondence Half a Century Ago
Limburg in the Lahn Valley - Photo Credit: Allemagne Romantique

Limburg in the Lahn Valley – Photo Credit: Allemagne Romantique

After the night-long train ride I was physically exhausted, but somehow refreshed in mind and spirit. In the next couple of days I felt like I was riding high above cloud nine.On my walks to the nearby derelict mill the dreary landscape shrouded in dense fog did not conjure up depressive thoughts. On the contrary, I let the new-found tender feelings guide me. I was whistling and singing bold scout and army songs and offered Mother a cheerful good morning, when I arrived at our home’s doorstep. A few days later I received Biene’s letter.

November 16th, 1964

         ” My dear Peter,

I would so much like to ask you: Come back right away and stay with me and no longer depart from me. Alas, I know that it is not possible and that you would come immediately if you could. I felt so miserable, when I walked off the platform. What would I have given to step on the train with you to travel anyplace with you no matter where. I feel so unspeakably lonesome, and the question gives me pain: For what do I live and for whom?  I am so distressed and it hurts me so much in the terrible knowledge that you can only come to go away again and soon forever. Dear Peter, please forgive me. I don’t want to reproach you for anything. With your visit you brought me much joy and you undertook the long, strenuous journey, and yet I am sad and my longing for you is even greater. I would like to love you so much and be with you and make you happy. When I have calmed down a little bit, I will write you again.

          Your Biene”

Meandering Lahn River - Photo Credit: allemagne romantique

Meandering Lahn River – Photo Credit: allemagne romantique

No rhyme nor reason will ever explain why during my reading of her lines a dark cloud would cast a shadow over my entire being. Instead of rejoicing over her letter, I was deeply disturbed, not so much by her pain, suffering and longing for my presence, but rather by my own stubborn refusal to wholeheartedly accept her declaration of love. I was stewing over Biene’s sudden turnaround regarding the wall, which she had erected for whatever reason and which I had so foolishly and cowardly accepted. After I had brought the emotional stew, a mixture of confused anger and painful stubbornness, to the boiling point, I rashly wrote her a response. I told her that I had gotten used to the wall as a sort of protection against another blow of fate. Distrust had entered my heart and I was unwilling to start all over again. I had barely thrown my letter into the mailbox, when I felt sorry. I had a broken a promise I once made to myself, never to reply in haste and thoughtlessness. I was expecting the worst. Within 48 hours her reply arrived in the mail.

Dear Peter,

Something in your letter has frightened me. For I have again recognized how much I had hurt you at the time when it appeared to you as if I wanted to erect a wall between us in order to protect myself against your affection. Oh Peter, believe me that I had never wanted this, instead I had always longed for your affection. Perhaps you had also felt it. For why did you write in spite of everything and were so kind to me? But you are distrustful, because you could never really understand me. Maybe you don’t know or just cannot believe how I cling to you and how much I love you. For the longest time I myself did not think it possible that it is so, and therefore I wanted to warn you in order not to disappoint you; for I really did not know whether I really loved you as much as it seemed. Dear Peter, this is one reason; alas there were also many other reasons, which I cannot so quickly explain to you. Only after you had come to me did I dare to admit how much you mean to me; and now, Peter, I know it for sure. And now it is certainly too late; for you yourself say that you have resigned yourself to the limits of our friendship and no longer have the same longing as before. It oppresses me very much that it no longer means as much to you that I love you, as it would have meant to you before.

And now, when I want to dream something beautiful about us, this thought destroys it: It will not be! How much I wished now you would still dream about us studying together and be together every day. See, dear Peter, such thoughts are entering my mind and many more…

How I’d wish that I could bewitch you and give you a love potion just like it happens in fairy tales so that I won’t lose you…

Your Biene”
 

Castle Lahneck in the Lahn Valley - Photo Credit: wikipedia.org

Castle Lahneck in the Lahn Valley – Photo Credit: wikipedia.org

Not waiting for a response from me, she quickly sent another letter making a last ditch effort to save what appeared to have already been lost.

My dear Peter,

Guess Peter, what I did last night. I took all your letters out of the portfolio and read them all once more. Alternately I became quite sad and quite happy. How strangely things have come to pass with us, if I think only about the past year!  In my subconscious I must have always loved you. When I look back, I recognize it, this feeling had to struggle first through much darkness and confusion to the light. And now Peter, it is the most beautiful feeling that I have ever experienced. I believe that if I could really be every minute with you, I would fall apart experiencing so much happiness.

          To you dear Peter, I send a secret Christmas kiss, which you would get under the Christmas tree.

          Your Biene”

After reading Biene’s Christmas letter, the realization hit me with stunning clarity that if I could not see a wall, could not feel a wall, then in all likelihood there wasn’t a wall. Indeed, at the trumpet call of love from deep within her heart the wall had come tumbling down. The dam had been broken, and I found myself swept up by the torrent, against which no further resistance was possible and would have been sheer foolishness. Willingly I went with the flow and felt the tug carrying me unerringly into the direction of my dreams.

14 comments

  1. rabirius · January 12, 2017

    I remember hiking along the Lahn…
    Great post.

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    • Peter Klopp · January 13, 2017

      Thank you! The Lahn valley is rich in romantic sites, the numerous castles, medieval towns and the beautiful river.

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  2. Klaus-Dieter Barge · January 13, 2017

    Peter-was für eine ergreifende Fortsetzung eurer “Lovestrory”-eine schönere Liebeserklärung als die von Biene an dich kann es kaum geben.So aufrichtig und ehrlich.. Ich arbeite der Einfachheit halber immer mit meinem Übersetzungsprogramm ,denn sonst ginge es mir viel zu langsam😉.Deshalb habe ich heute als Erstes bei dir ” reingeschaut” und ohne Schwierigkeiten weiterlesen und alles gut verstehen können👍. Sehr,sehr schön!!

    Von meinem iPhone gesendet

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    • Peter Klopp · January 13, 2017

      Liebe Edda, vielen Dank für deinen lieben Kommentar! Bei dieser Episode habe ich lange gezögert, die Details von Bienes Briefen zu veröffentlichen. Doch nach über 50 Jahren soll man doch den Mut haben, mit seiner Familie und Freunden diese Perlen des Lebens zu teilen. Nochmals herzlichen Dank, liebe Edda!

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  3. Ann Coleman · January 13, 2017

    Oh, Peter, that was just beautiful! I wish all couples put as much thought in what they feel for each other as you and your wife did. I know it was painful at times, but just think how much better you know each other!

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    • Peter Klopp · January 13, 2017

      Thank you very much, Ann, for your lovely comment! Your blog also shows that you do not shy away from revealing your thoughts and feelings and reflections on your life. It helps, as I know from my own blogging, to sort things out. In that sense we do not blog only for others, but also for ourselves.

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  4. arv! · January 13, 2017

    In the end, love makes things happen.

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  5. taphian · January 13, 2017

    Vielleicht ist es auch manchmal gut, sich in Erinnerung zu rufen, warum und wie man einen Menschen früher mal geliebt hat, um auch weiterhin in Liebe verbunden zu sein, Peter. Viele Grüße aus dem schneematschigen Hamburg. Vor 2 Tagen wurden unsere Elbphilharmony eröffnet. Selbst Merkel war hier! Schönes Wochenende, Gruß Mitza

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  6. jeannettepaterakis · January 14, 2017

    Dear Peter,how strong love can be.Love can destroy walls.You show us to fight for this ,what we want.Thanks for sharing with us your way.I wish you and your family all the best.Many greetings from Crete

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  7. Bun Karyudo · January 14, 2017

    I can’t tell you how much I envy you, Peter. Many men are lucky ever to get one such letter in their entire life and you got three in a single week! I’m very interested to find out what happens next.

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  8. theburningheart · January 16, 2017

    Lovely letters, who writes anymore?
    The most they do is text!
    Everybody should be made to read your letters, so they could learn to know what they are missing! 🙂

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    • Peter Klopp · January 16, 2017

      Thank you for your insightful comment! It is true that the art of letter writing is being lost in the quagmire of texting and endless ‘likes and faves’.

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