re: #137 Cato the Elder

Same thing happened to me. I had lived in Germany for a decade, and crossed any number of times via Checkpoint Charlie to visit friends in the East and smuggle in books and chocolate. Then I moved back Stateside in May of 1989. By the time I realized what was happening, you couldn’t book a flight to Germany for love or money - and I offered both! ;^) So disappointed. Pickaxes were going for five hundred dollars, but I would have used Andy Dufresne’s rock hammer or a nail file to get my own little self-demolished piece of the Mauer!

getting into your head a bit, it must have been a monumental event for you…even tho you do not have a piece of the wall…you played your part in having the damned thing come down…serendipitous?…is that the word?