Niemand hat die Absicht eine Mauer zu errichten.

[ridicully]

Since I'm quietly obsessed with history and It's one of the days where it's allowed to be maudlin.
Driving through Berlin always is an interesting experience (apart from the fact that *no one here knows how to drive*, I mean). You get used to seeing solitary bits of wall standing around and don't really think about what the double row of cobblestones means. It's what you do, in cities where nearly every second building has some historic significance. Otherwise you'd just spent the whole time thinking about history and not getting anything done. (Of course I'm probably giving the general population to much credit. Did I mention that I'm getting more cynical every day?)
It's just on days like this that you realize, that for a long time my life, (Born in Frankfurt, grew up around there as well, went to uni in Leipzig, live in Berlin (Steglitz) now and, for this week at last, work in Berlin (Pankow)) was not something that happened every day.

46 years doesn't seem all that long ago. But then, neither does 18.

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[schnurble.livejournal.com]

46 years seems long to me, but probably because I have no personal memories of the wall, I was about 5 when I was in Berlin (1980) and then not again until the mid 90s...

But I remember the Wende, and each time I stop to compute how many years have passed since then I go like Huh? Soo long already? Wow, it seems to me like it was yesterday...

[ridicully]

I don't know why 46 years seem so short to me. Maybe it's because any time I think of the construction of the wall, I have the usual pictures in mind. Black and white. Ooooold. But 46 years? Doesn't feel like that to me. Weird.

And while my recollection of the Wende is fuzzy, is still occasionally hits me that that was *18* years ago. I don't feel like I've gained 18 years since then, that's for sure *g*