Group Analytic Contexts, Issue 77, September 2017
Newsletter of the Group Analytic Society International
Newsletter of the Group Analytic Society International
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Threads back in Time<br />
By Teresa von Sommaruga Howard<br />
Newsletter – Autumn <strong>2017</strong> 13<br />
More than eighty years ago my father tired of singing about “Jewish<br />
traitors and scum”, walked out of morning assembly at the Goethe<br />
Schule in Brandenburgerstraße, Berlin and was immediately expelled<br />
for “putting himself outside of the community”. Two years later, in<br />
the autumn of 1936, he took the train from Berlin Zoologische station<br />
to Harwich as a lone 15-year-old to take up a scholarship at an English<br />
public school.<br />
I knew this story as a child but it was not possible to<br />
understand it living on the other side of the world in New Zealand.<br />
Growing up I realised that there was something important about<br />
holding on to the threads of history but knowing that did not protect<br />
me from its painful consequences. When memories are loaded with<br />
anguish, the history seeps through a mist of incomprehensible moods<br />
and silence inadvertently leaving subsequent generations with a<br />
haunting that cannot be easily understood. 1 In my family a tradition<br />
of physically moving away from one location to another made any<br />
comprehensible telling of history even more difficult.<br />
In the aftermath of the Second World War, we immigrated to<br />
New Zealand “to get as far away as possible from the constraining<br />
atmosphere of the British class system and the threat of the Cold War”.<br />
My parents were full of optimism. My father would always delight in<br />
looking at the globe to show NZ on the opposite side of the world from<br />
Europe. He had made a conscious decision to break the threads to the<br />
past: to leave the traumas of his earlier life as a Jewish refugee and<br />
British internee behind. My mother’s history, although not so<br />
obviously dramatic, enabled her to join him in the adventure.<br />
My parents also had unconscious reasons to move away to<br />
the other side of the world but these were difficult to decipher as a<br />
child. Growing up in NZ I imagined digging a tunnel through the<br />
centre of the earth and coming out the other side. I guess I was trying<br />
to make sense of the unconscious message, “Don’t go back across the<br />
ocean. You must not ‘know’ about what we want to forget”. Clues<br />
were always there but I could not connect what lay in ‘the old country’<br />
with life in ‘God’s own’ until I made the journey back to the UK and<br />
1<br />
Schwab, G., (2010). Haunting Legacies: violent histories and<br />
transgenerational trauma. New York: Colombia