Whenever I thought of Berlin prior to this trip, the Wall was of course the first thing that came to mind. So that is where we went first and that is what you shall read first.
On the last day of the trip we went to Checkpoint Charlie. The entrance to the American Sector of West Berlin. Strange and chilling to realize this was reality just over 20 years ago. It was happening and then ended while I was alive. So strange.
There was a short section of wall that Chris and I passed as we walked to our last train trip to the airport and as we approached he said
"What if we got separated by the wall?" and walked on one side while I was on the other.
It only lasted about 7 seconds, walking along it, but my heart started racing and even though I knew it was going to end in a moment I really took myself back there and without seeing or hearing him was awful. I imagined and it was like a living nightmare. When we reached the end and were face to face again, I saw his reflecting the same thoughts that were going through my head.
We grabbed hands and quickly left that wall behind us.
Tomorrow I'm going to bring you down even more, I apologize in advance. I'm kind of glad we went to the Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe last during our trip because it affected how I looked at everything around me. And I'm glad that is its name because there shouldn't be any kid gloves on it but it did take me back, just to even read that sign. If you skip tomorrow, I won't blame you, but here's a preface for it: I only took pictures that I could handle looking at afterwards, it's not going to be anything graphic by any means.
And after tomorrow we'll head back into Berlin and look at all it has to offer in the Wonderful department.