Berlin back then was a truly fascinating place, one that will always hold many vivid memories and experiences for me as a young soldier.Yeah, wall came down and it was a special time. Ppl would move there to get out from home. Rents were low in the east. Nights were cold because noone ordered coals for winter. Clubs springing up in the most impossible places. I'd drive to Berlin in my car and pick up impossible passengers. Ppl would just converge there, things were happening. They took the wall down in no time and only left a minor section standing. If you wanted to experience subculture, underground, muzak, big city lights and 24h days - Berlin was the place. Aufbruch is the word - there is no English equivalent - maybe "setting out on journey".
Spandau prison next door to our camp where Rudolf Hess was still alive and imprisoned, The Brandenburg gate, the Siegessäule, Kaiser Wilhelm Gedächtniskirche, many others...My overriding memory of Berlin back in the 70's were the oil derrick like bell towers everywhere and the eternal flame in Theodor-Heus platz. It was said back then that the flame was only to be extinguished when the two halves of Berlin were reuinited and the bells were to be rung all over the city. I was sad I never heard them ring when I was there.
Even back then, (West) Berlin was a place where everything went...a true 24 hour city where anything and everything was possible. I also remember standing at the top of the old NSA radar dome on the Teufelsberg at night, looking over the amazing cityscape of Berlin toward the east. The only lights visible in the east outside of the checkpoints and immediate floodlit area around the wall was the Funkturm at Alexanderplatz...the rest was in almost total darkness.
I visited east Berlin quite a few times when I was there...we used to call them 'flag tours' where we all dressed up in our best uniforms and went over to annoy the Soviet soldiers at Treptower park before walking around sightseeing in the Russian sector. We had a decent black market trading thing going with the Soviet soldiers so our frequent visits were as popular for them as it was for us.
We used to watch the daily changing of the guard ceremony at the Soviet war memorial...then hold up score cards...like the ice skating ones... marking their performance.
We always got on well with the Soviet soldiery back then, considering it was at the height of the cold war...but after all, soldiers aren't politicians, just the same young boys with guns...no matter what flag we stood in front of
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