An East Berlin Run-In
On last week's show you asked about encounters
with foreign police. In the '80's, in West/East
Berlin, I had two.
The very first time I crossed into East Berlin, I
was at the day-visa window. At that time, 1983,
you had to fork over 20 DM for the privilege of
walking around the shabby streets or being able
to order liver at an East Berlin lunch counter.
Anyway, I said I was not nervous, but as I stood
there waiting, I accidentally tore my 20 DM note
right in half.
Another time, at Checkpoint Charlie, the East
Berlin guards started yelling at us as we were
beginning to go back towards West Berlin. We were
petrified. It seems that I had dropped my gloves
and they were telling me so that I could retrieve
them. They were nice guys after all.
--Jean
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