As we got closer, the blue sky was obliterated and headlights were needed in the middle of the day to negotiate through the pollution that hung low to the ground like a fog rolling in from the sea.
Chipping and tapping sounds could be heard, becoming louder as we neared the wall. There was a sense of great excitement. The crowd, wielding hammers and pick axes, were euphoric as they battered their tools into the brightly painted surface obtaining souvenirs for themselves as they demolished the cement barrier at the Brandenburg Gate.
We joined in, swept up in the celebrations. We wanted our own piece of history as the iron curtain was swept aside.
Thank you to Denise for hosting SSS
My piece of Berlin wall. I didn’t have the thrill of being there myself but my husband happened to be visiting his sister in Germany at the time and he and her husband made the memorable trip.