Berlin. My favorite city. But I think it may be time to say goodbye. The first time we went to Berlin was May of 1979. The West Germans were trying Ostpolitik, but the Cold War was still on. The Soviet Union would invade Afghanistan by the end of the year, and Poland would impose martial law two years later.
We were on a three-week driving trip of Germany – or should I say, Germanys. In addition to Munich, Heidelberg, and the Rhine, we wanted to see the Luther sites, like Wittenberg and Eisenach, so we had to go into East Germany. But first, we went to Berlin. In West Berlin (or Westberlin, as the East Germans called it), we went to the Wall and looked at the Brandenburg Gate on the other side.