glatt |
11-10-2009 09:43 AM |
My family was living in West Germany in 1983, at the height of the cold war. Reagan was deploying short range nuclear missiles (Pershing II missiles) in West Germany and the cold war was in the German news a lot.
Our German neighbors had become good friends. We sometimes went sightseeing with them on long car trips. They had family who lived in West Berlin, and suggested we visit them. There were three different highways you were allowed to drive on through East Germany to get to West Berlin. The East German border patrol agents took our passports at the border and went into a nearby building to presumable photocopy them. They made us wait for 15 minutes and then let us drive away on the highway. We had been used to autobahn speeds in West Germany, and the speed limit was 100km/h on the East German highway. That's around 60MPH. My dad made sure to drive 5 km/h under the speed limit, and lots of cars were passing us, but our German neighbors in the car with us were very afraid and kept asking him to drive slower. We passed numerous speed traps, and saw lots of West German Mercedes pulled over by the side of the road. Each time we would pass one, the Germans would urge my dad to slow down even more. I'd never seen them scared before. I think they thought if you got pulled over, you might end up in jail forever.
When we arrived at the border of West Berlin, the East Germans inspected our car very closely (a VW Vanagon) to make sure we hadn't picked anyone up while crossing through East Germany.
The family we were visiting had a house on a small lake. It was a small cottage-like house, but the land was beautiful and the water was right there. Down the center of the lake was a line of buoys, kind of like a pool lane line, that marked where the border with East Germany was. On the far shore was a concrete wall. There were a few pleasure boats hugging the West Berlin shore, but everyone stayed far away from the buoys.
Because the cottage was so small, we slept in a couple of tents in the yard. That was fun. The family we were visiting was really cool, and we really enjoyed staying with them. At night, in my sleeping bag, I heard occasional bursts of machine gun fire coming from behind the wall across the lake. Maybe they were checking their guns or something. I don't know.
We wanted to walk into East Berlin, and it was allowed. There were various rules, like you had to exchange a bunch of currency each day at a ridiculous exchange rate, and you weren't allowed to bring any of it back across the border. I think it was like $50 per person each day, which was $300 for my family. So we crossed through Checkpoint Charlie. It was all very serious there at the crossing. No smiles anywhere. East Berlin itself was nothing much. We went to some touristy place where they were doing changing of the guards. It was interesting because the East German soldiers were goose stepping as they marched. They looked just like Nazis.
We had all this money, but there was nothing we wanted to buy. We got some crappy food near the tourist place. We saw the ugly tv tower they were so proud of. As it was getting dark, we were looking for a place to get some dinner, and found a pub near the border, but when we walked into the place the conversation stopped, and nobody would look at us or wait on us, so we left. We ended up putting our pile of unspent money on the curb on a street corner a few blocks from Checkpoint Charlie before we came back over to the West again. Probably made some East German pretty happy. Getting back to the West wasn't so bad. We had nothing with us, and we were on foot. We had passports, and they only made us wait around 15 minutes before letting us back in the West. It was really nice to see the the American flag and be welcomed by a US soldier when we crossed back over.
The wall was completely covered with graffiti on the Western side, and perfectly clean on the Eastern side with a large no man's land area and barbed wire keeping you back away from it if you approached from the East. Always a few guard towers in sight.
Anyway, those were my memories of the Wall, and I was shocked when it came down 6 years later. I really thought it would be there forever, and I didn't believe it was really happening until a month or so had gone by and they hadn't clamped down again. 1989 was an amazing year. I saved the newspaper that came out that day. It's in a trunk in my living room.
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