Brandenburg Gate

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.

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One Response to Brandenburg Gate

  1. I'd love to hear about your experiences. I think you were lucky to have spent time there. My grandparents were from Germany and I always found their stories interesting.

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