When the news came on tonight, I watched the dominoes tumble before the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin, listened to the speeches and wondered about a city once divided by a concrete and barbed wire wall. So many died trying to scale it or fly over it and now all you have to do is walk by and nobody cares.
I remember walking through the guards and the guns from West Berlin to East Berlin and then back again. It was called Checkpoint Charlie. I was an exchange student, living with a family in Austria in 1969-70 when World War II was still very much a fabric of the community where I lived for one year.
One of these days, I will write about it.