Was in Berlin in 84 and then again a few months after the wall came down. Spent an afternoon at the Brandenburg Gate watching families be reunited after almost 30 years. They were crying, I was crying. I’ll never forget that day.
I have a piece of the wall in my living room.
On a tour with my mom in ‘62 we crossed at CheckPoint Charlie for a tour of the eastern side. As a 15 year old it pretty much sealed the deal for me that I didn’t ever want to live subjugated like the folks on the “wrong” side of the wall. Still lots of debris from WWII in piles all over the place.