The wall

  
I was six when the Berlin wall fell. I am not sure my memory of it is real – being allowed from bed to watch it on TV with my parents, or if it is something that happened on another occasion. 

But I do remember that for almost all of my elementary school years, we still had the East Germany/West Germany maps in the class rooms. (Not forgetting the Soviet maps.)

Walking along parts of the old wall today, and reading the signs was a powerful experience.