Experience : I escaped East Berlin in the boot of a car
‘Tonight or never,’ the men helping me said. ‘Meet us in the alley. Eight-thirty’ In 1965, I was 19 and living in East Berlin. West Berlin was glamorous. They had everything: shoes, cars, food. But we had almost nothing. When bananas were imported once or twice a year, the queues stretched (…)
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The Guardian (Asia Pacific)
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