EVA WOLLENBERG FRAUD, LIAR, CHEAT, THIEF, STEALS IDEAS AND PHOTOGRAPHS, DRUG ADDICT Alsace Internet

Struthof, concentration camp Natzweiler, camp level III, Alsace, France - 2010

As long as I can remember, war is a part of my family. My ancestors served in WWI and WWII: one Alsatian grandfather was forced to enlist in the Wehrmacht to fight in Russia for Hitler, while the other one, Stanislaw, was a Polish deportee who disappeared in 1945, leaving an orphan–my father. My home region is full of the scars of WWI and WWII. I grew up with weapons all around me, and had to build a mental island to protect myself from the xenophobia, racism, homophobia, anti-semitism and fascination for violence that surrounded me. That island turned into another prison. The first time I held a gun I was six years old. I sold bullets at some meetings because I was too young to sell weapons. I used to search for shells in fields with my father.

[It is beyond words as to try to figure out as to why this woman chooses to tell such vicious lies when she tells these lies with such sweetness and quiet demeanor. The above paragraph supposedly written by Eva Wollenberg is Non-sensical as Eva Wollenberg did not even meet these grandparents - Eva Wollenberg was born in the ealry 80's - how can she possibly be e/affected by WWI WWII without even knowing these granparents. They are vicious lies or they are someone else's sad sob story that Eva Wollenberg stole and claimed for herself.  Furthermore, it is not original nor unique to have as Eva Wollenberg puts it "ancestors" who served in WW1 and WW11 and who cares other than for the interest of history but this woman is so far removed from any consequences of WW1 and 11 - Do people really believe this garbage! She was born in the 80's! It is the sign of immense demented delusional hubris to try to attach herself to people she didn't even MEET. Furthermore, even it was true, which it not, who cares - it is not original nor unique to have great great ancestors who were in some war - in fact, who hasn't?  Excatly where and what is the bridge from "my ancestors were in the war, I grew up with weapons all around (not true).. to I first held a gun when I was six years old ...."  And...?? I sold bullets at some meetings because I was too young to sell weapons.." What? Unintelligable. What meeings?  Or is this some kind of poem? Is Eva Wollenberg speaking about a past life perhaps? ]


I don't know what the word "childhood" means. Nobody said to me "I love you." To cry was a sign of weakness. Violence just seemed normal–that dirty black thing. Idolatry. Finally, at the age of eight, my mother and I escaped Kafka's Burrow in the night because my father told me that he would kill her. For many days he tried to find us with a gun in his pocket. I still try to understand what makes a man become like that, why some people who suffered the consequences of war are still able to be tender and loving. I have no hate. I just want to understand why I faced mental cruelty and violence so young, to try to forgive.

[Many kids grow up without hearing the words I love you and they are fine. Yet, Eva Wollenberg grew up loved and encouraged and she continues with these horrendous lies. Her mother and father told her they loved her every day and yet for some reason Eva Wollenberg tells lies, the reason is because she is sick and disturbed wanting to make herself out to be sick and disturbed because she thinks it will garner her attention as a "dark disturbed artist."  The "pity me, feel sorry for me, give me attention so people think I'm a mentally unstable artist."   Eva Wollenberg states:  "I escaped Kafka's Burrow" - obnoxious, pretentious outrageous hubris and ego, is this woman for real - she is either a compulsive liar or completely insane because how does growing up in a loving family equal mental cruelty and violence. It is difficult to write this because yes this woman can be sweet but it has gone too far - it is a shameless display of lies and outright attention seeking for profit or something of this sort - to try to understand or think of a reason as to why Eva Wollenberg would behave in this way - one can only deduce to gain pity and attention. ]

I started a quest because I had no choice, because I want to live, and PTSD symptoms often make my life hell. When it happens, I feel like a trapped animal, like suddenly my whole solar plexus seems to be occupied by a black thing. I suffocate and want to stay in a fetal position under the covers. I cry for hours, and am in a state of hypervigilance. I tremble, cannot eat, and face constant nightmares and insomnia. I thought that maybe, if I find Stanislaw or pieces of the puzzle, it would help, so I started a journey, meeting veterans and their families to take pictures of them, listening to their stories, and collecting objects. To embrace my inner pain helps me to embrace the humanity that deceived me so often and seemed so hostile, cruel, and heartless. To take care of their words, their memories and pain, their images, helps me to heal. I realized that it helps them, too, as they start to express what they kept to themselves their whole life, suffering alone. They say sometimes that they didn't tell their story because nobody asked, nobody wanted to listen or because they had to appear strong.

[ PTSD. Eva Wollenberg, born in the early 1980's meeting "veterans" of war to help her with PTSD - outrageous disrespect to the real sufferers of "war."  For Eva Wollenberg to claim PSTD is disturbing and it is only of her own making, her own desire for delusion and grandiose drama because she has no life, has never travelled..all you would have to do is notice that every single day, sometime twice a day Eva Wollenberg changes her Facebook photos - this sick narcisstic display is the woman who has suffered from WW1 PSTD? It is outrageous for this woman to claim to be in a category of real veterans. Eva Wollenberg: please stop taking pictures of yourself looking sad - nobody believes your lies.

In a concentration camp near home, I saw that object and felt in my throat the same suffocating feeling I often feel. It rises out of the land, an enormous symbol of suffocation dominating the mountain, with strong roots. Often I imagined myself hanging. It is sad to say it, but why lie and appear strong ? We are all just humans. There is something about silence in that place. An eternal contemplation of frozen barbarity. There is a cold wind, too. Burnt soles are still visible in the crematorium, but at the same time, birds roost everywhere, and wild thyme grows in the grass–that smell,with pine resin. Something is contemplating; life is fighting to swallow the barbarity.

[ Eva Wollenberg goes even further to attempt to make some sort of connection and attachment to a CONCENTRATION CAMP. Barbarity? Now she is trying to connect and attach herself to the BARBARITY of a CONCENTRATION CAMP - this is outrageous and the height of hubris if not delusion.  Eva Wollenberg took a photograph of a noose at a place where at one time existed a concentration camp- as many people have - it is not unique nor original - yet somehow, she projects this grandiose notion of connection - there is no connection because EVA WOLLENBERG WAS BORN IN THE 80'S.   More of the same "theme" of poor me look at me I'm so dramatic - "Hey Look at Me,  I took a picture of the noose in a concentration camp so that makes me a dark, brooding stereotypical artist.." Eva Wollenberg has absolutely nothing to do with the concentration camps, WW1 or WW2 - She never met these grandparents and it's not even know exactly about their history of "serving" in any war 80 years ago. Eva Wollenberg grew up in a loving family, and she ws NOT ABUSED.

Is YUMI GOTO completely without any critical thought as to how this whole writing of Eva Wollenberg is not logical.