By Deborah Cole, AFP
BERLIN — A daring escape across the Berlin Wall, then audacious dashes back to the East to spirit another 30 people to freedom �X Hartmut Richter’s true story is the stuff of a Cold War thriller. Richter, now 66, loved to swim in the sparkling lakes of Potsdam as a teenager living behind the Iron Curtain, quietly dreaming of liberty and adventure in the West. ��I reached a point where I no longer believed the regime could be changed from within,�� he told AFP ahead of celebrations marking the 25th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall.
His first ��stupid�� attempt to quit communist East Germany came in January 1966 but ended abruptly when he as a teenager was caught on a train with fake papers bound for Austria.
Richter would have more luck just seven months later with a reckless plan: swimming across the Teltow Canal separating the East German region of Brandenburg from West Berlin. ��I had to rely on my strength and had been working on toughening up,�� he said. Richter slipped into the chilly canal and it would take him four hours filled with heart-stopping moments of dread until he reached land again.
��A swan attacked me, dogs were barking, I had to wait several times and dive underwater until the coast was clear,�� he said. ��I had hypothermia and was exhausted when I finally made it, and passed out on shore.�� Having cleared only a short distance, past border guards with shoot-to-kill orders, Richter had arrived in a different world. ‘A lot of fun’
He worked in the shipping industry in the West German port city of Hamburg and even made it as far as New Orleans where he roamed the jazz clubs of Bourbon Street before eventually going back home to study. But a sense of solidarity with those still trapped behind the Wall gnawed away at him. ��I wanted to help other people,�� he said. The opportunity arose in 1972 when the East German government, seeking international recognition, loosened the rules for West Germans to visit. Richter managed to help more than 30 friends and acquaintances to the West by ferrying them to freedom in his car’s boot. ��It was a lot of fun,�� he said. ��I saw myself in them, back there in the Teltow Canal.��