While driving through East Germany was like going back in time. The buildings were all old. He has a chance to find his wings.
That's what I was going to say :-)
I drove into Potsdam the first official day we could travel into East Germany around 1991. It was 1230am. I felt like I was in a movie, traveling the cobblestone and brick streets of Postdam with a thick, coal-smokey fog hanging close to the ground. It was like 1946 had never moved on.