Today is the 25th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall. Twenty-five years ago, I was a junior in college working as a teaching assistant for my school’s foreign language study program in Lyon, France. Armed with our Eurail passes and someone’s Lonely Planet guide, a group of us took an incredibly long train journey to Berlin…
Changing of the guard
Changing of the guard
goose stepping guards
Statue of Marx and Engel
The Brandenburg Gate
my piece of history
Please read my friend’s musings on the Berlin Wall.
o wonderful, wonderful 
I was there too! I flew over and met some friends and we all chipped away. I’m telling the story over and over lately, but I clearly remember when an East German man came over and asked if I would chip him off a piece. When I did, he asked how much I wanted for it. “You’re American, right?” he asked. “But it’s your wall, isn’t it?” I replied. He then asked if he could borrow my tools so that he, too, could help dismantle the wall. Quite a time. (And maybe we saw each other there but didn’t know that one day we’d be living next to each other … until I moved away.)
I LOVE this story. For the life of me, I can’t remember where we got the tools to chip away at the wall! Wouldn’t that be crazy if we HAD seen each other?! We sure do miss you guys…
Am linking to your blog, Erik!