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Erika Julia Hedwig Mann (November 9, 1905 – August 27, 1969) was a German actress and writer, the eldest daughter of novelist Thomas Mann and Katia Mann.
Erika Mann was born in Munich and was the firstborn daughter of the writer and later Nobel-prize winner Thomas Mann and his wife, Katia (née Pringsheim), the daughter of an intellectual German family of Jewish heritage. She was named after Katia Mann's brother Erik, who died early, Thomas Mann's sister Julia Mann, and her grandmother Hedwig Dohm. She was baptized as a Protestant, just as her mother had been.
Thomas Mann expressed in a letter to his brother Heinrich Mann his disappointment about the birth of his first child:
Nevertheless, he later candidly confessed in the notes of his diary, that he "preferred, of the six, the two oldest [Erika and Klaus] and little Elisabeth with a strange decisiveness".
In Erika he had a particular trust, which later showed itself in that she exercised a great influence on the important decisions of her father. Her particular role was also known by her siblings, as her brother Golo Mann remembered: "Little Erika must salt the soup". This reference to the twelve-year-old Erika from the year 1917 was an often-used phrase in the Mann family.
Erika Mann: "Die Pfeffermühle" (1933)
Inteview with Elisabeth Mann Borghese
Erika-Mann-Grundschule in Berlin-Wedding
Klaus und Erika Mann: "Escape to Life"
12 Krafft liest Erika Mann
Thomas en Erika Mann
„Let’s Glänz“ mit der Erika-Mann-Grundschule
Les sociale vaardigheden Erika Mann Grunschule Berlijn
Erika Mann MD Public Policy Facebook) on VoteMyLink launch event
Six Tips for Shotkit - Wedding Photography with Two Mann Studios
Actors: Rüdiger Vogler (actor), João Braz (editor), Louis Jouvet (actor), António Lopes Ribeiro (actor), Robert Montgomery (actor), Hanna Schygulla (actress), João Canijo (director), João Canijo (writer), Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (writer), Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (actor), Erika Mann (actress), Erika Mann (writer), João Trabulo (producer), Alfred Döblin (actor), Alfred Döblin (writer),
Plot: Images and sounds expose the duality of Portugal during the days of WW2: a peaceful, god-loving, rural country, providing an escape route for over one hundred thousand European refugees to the Americas; and a political and cultural elite that disguised their Nazi inclinations just enough to play its neutral role in international politics.
Genres: Documentary, History,Y'all thought we was jokin'?
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