by Dede
My father was a Sgt. Major in the United States Army, and because of that I lived in some not so boring places. For instance, when I was 7 we moved to Berlin, Germany. Which, in 1972 (yes..I’m that old), was 114 miles inside of East Germany and there was this:
A cold, gray, and for a 7 year old, scary monument to tyranny. It snaked through that city, dividing its citizens from each other, dividing families from each other. It was not designed or built to keep people out, but to keep them in. It was designed and built to force a population to submit to its government.
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