The Art of unionität

Hans Coppi

Die Coppi-Tafel

For those who leave more than a piece of paper

„A falling leaf carried by the wind shows us that the hour has struck – the fulfilled one advances gently, the unfulfilled remains – and suffers!"

Hans Coppi The night before his execution, he wrote a poem. A final message to his wife Hilde, who was in prison – pregnant with their child together. Alone, but still connected to him through thoughts, hope, and memory. The lines he left her are tender and clear. No call to action, no anger. Just the image of a leaf falling. And the pain over what can no longer be lived together.

Hans and Hilde Coppi they were not heroic strategists. They were young people who fell in love, who got involved politically, who saw what was happening – and did not look away. In the midst of a brutal regime, they decided to resist. Together with others, they organized information, distributed leaflets, and made contacts with Soviet intelligence. They became part of the so-called „Red Chapel,“ a group that was stigmatized and crushed by the Nazi state as traitors.

After her arrest, Hans and Hilde were separated from each other. He no longer witnessed the trial – he was executed in December 1942. Hilde, pregnant and under constant surveillance, was allowed to give birth to their son. A few weeks later, she was also murdered. What remained of them was a brief moment of connection – through a few written lines, hidden in a Bible.
Hans Coppi
Hilde Coppi © Private possession Reproduction Memorials of German Resistance
„One last letter. A poem. A love that never fades away.“

A Closer Look at the Work

Harald Poelchau A Protestant theologian, he was a chaplain in the prisons of the Third Reich. He accompanied many convicts in their final hours, spoke with them, listened – and smuggled their last words outside. He also passed on the poem by Hilde Hans Coppi. For Hilde. For her son. For the memory.

After the war, Poelchau took the child into his care. He made sure that he would not grow up in the languagelessness of the system, but in a home that knew the history of his parents—and preserved it.

Today Union-Gelände, the words hang on Hans Coppi the . They are not just a personal story. They remind us of what is possible: to love, to act, to stand firm. Even when everything seems lost.

Ardi Goldman Kunst-
und Kulturstiftung gGmbH

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