The first time I saw the Berlin Wall was the summer between my sophomore and junior year in high school. We had just moved to West Berlin because my Dad, who had been laid off from Pan American World Airways for 14 years, had unexpectedly been recalled…and sent to Berlin.
I remember when we got the news that we’d be moving. We’d known the assignment was to come through that day, so I’d made Mom promise to leave a message for me at school telling me where we’d be moving to. To my surprise, in the middle of algebra class, my teacher handed me a note. It read simply, “Berlin”.
Suddenly the world opened up for me. Visions of bratwurst, dirndls and Cold War spy movies filled my mind.
Clearly, I had no idea what I was getting in to.
By the time we’d moved into our apartment in the…
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