That’s wild.
I wondered how American tanks found their way into West Berlin.
Yeah... When I was assigned in Stuttgart, by the time I made it to Berlin, the wall had fallen, but I did get some chunks of it.
One of the more interesting trips I made was on summer of 1990, when I went to the first volksmarsch in East Germany. It was located in the village of Graefenau, near Erfurt. I crossed into the eastern zone and I felt like I’d traveled back through a time warp to 50 years prior. The infrastructure was similar in design, but delapidated.