Home Alone with Svenja
I was in a hurry that evening, the 9th November 1989. I was probably the only Westerner fighting his way through the crowds by the Wall, waving away proffered bottles of beer as I headed for the border checkpoint. “Where are you going?” I heard shouts. “The party is here.” I kept my head down. I needed to be in East Berlin on this of … Continue reading Home Alone with Svenja