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Monday, November 9, 2009

Ich bin ein Berliner

Actually, I'm not. But, technically, my husband is. He was born in West Berlin, where he lived until he was about 8 years old. (A fact that gets us stopped and interrogated during every border crossing, because border control cannot figure out how he was born in Germany, is an American citizen, speaks only a little German, and has a mid-western accent.)

Father-in-Law got reassigned stateside and they left Germany before the end of the Cold War. Husband had not been back to Germany since the wall came down and had never seen a unified Berlin. So we went to Berlin for our honeymoon in 2006 (and also went to Vienna, Venice and Munich). A few pictures from '06:


Brandenburger Tor


Bored fake border guard, with fake passport stamps, with a backdrop of capitalism


A surviving chunk of Wall


Checkpoint Charlie


Remnants of another world

What is amazing is that, while the fall of the iron curtain is such a momentous event in the lives of those of my generation and particularly of those of older generations, there are now adults who never even knew a divided Germany. They never had a map that said "East" and "West" Germany, or "USSR." They can read about it in history books, hear stories from their parents, and watch old video clips, but they will never truly understand what all the fuss is about. That's what's awesome.

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