It was fun reading the three pieces. They made me remember going to West-Berlin by train, and we had to buy transit-visas to GDR and all the hassle the border guards gave us. They didn't really like Western punks coming through, some of the guards were quite young and me and my girlfriends always did our best to make them smile or even better: Blush. If all else failed we would lean out of the train-windows (there were no way we were allowed onto the platform) and lift up our shirts - that always got a blush from the young ones, while the older guards just looked on, shaking their heads, pretending not to look.
Also in Berlin we would go to the East and crossing over either at Checkpoint Charlie or at Frideichsstrasse U-bahn station, they had a West-Mark shop there where you could buy cheap photo-paper and other things cheaply, even if the made you change West.marks for East-marks 1 to 1.
But nostalgia . . . no not really, and I doubt even Flake would have liked it as he got older. One thing to fool around as a teenager, another to have to live on the edge of a very restricted society when you get older.
Also in Berlin we would go to the East and crossing over either at Checkpoint Charlie or at Frideichsstrasse U-bahn station, they had a West-Mark shop there where you could buy cheap photo-paper and other things cheaply, even if the made you change West.marks for East-marks 1 to 1.
But nostalgia . . . no not really, and I doubt even Flake would have liked it as he got older. One thing to fool around as a teenager, another to have to live on the edge of a very restricted society when you get older.
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