The wall comes tumbling down

A year ago I met CLH in Germany and proceeded to spend five days and four nights in Berlin, a city I knew nothing about and was only minutely interested in. It ended up being one of my favorite places in the world.

I wish I could say I remember watching The Wall fall on television but the truth is that I’ve seen those images so many times I have a hard time distinguishing from what is remembered and what is filling in the gaps. But I was nine years old, and the fall would be an event that would go on to shape the rest of my childhood, it shaped everyone who grew up in the ’80s childhood, and that still affects me today.

Berlin is an amazing city that has had the chance, over the last 20 years, to create it’s own identity from scratch. I would love to live there. I wish I was there now.