Life
Wolfgang Harich was born in Königsberg, East Prussia, on 9 December 1923, into an upper-class literary educated family. His father was writer Walter Harich and his mother was Anne-Lise Wyneken, who was the daughter of the editor in chief of the Königsberg Allegemeine Zeitung.
Harich became known as one of the stronger voices in post war debates at a very young age in Germany. He had ruthless beliefs in uniting the war torn Germany. He studied philosophy at the Humboldt University of Berlin and, upon graduation, became professor of philosophy and taught at the same university. His strong voice eventually led him to be sentenced to imprisonment for ten years for conspiring. Although he only served eight years Harich was forced to be in solitary confinement for more than seven of those eight years, which took a large toll on his mental health, giving him severe depression and dizziness. He emigrated to Austria in 1979, moved to West Germany in 1980, and returned to the Besseres Deutschland or "Better Germany" in 1981. Although he had a heart attack in July 1960, he fought through it and recovered to continue his life until 15 March 1995, when he died at the age of 71.
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