Hans-Dieter Grabe recollects his memories of his experiences in 1945, when he was eight years old and living in Dresden.
Hans-Dieter Grabe
Himself
The U.S. vs. John Lennon
Memories of a Murderer: The Nilsen Tapes
Fuck
My Mom Jayne
As I Was Moving Ahead, Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty
The Class of ‘92
Gilbert
Public Speaking
Night Will Fall
John Candy: I Like Me