09/11/2023
Today is the 34th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall. I remember it well, a Thursday evening.
It followed a summer of unrest in Poland where one can draw a parallel with the mid 19th century Chartist movement in Britain. Many people had managed to escape from the totalitarian run eastern Europe which was under Soviet/Russian dictatorship, most of them to West Germany, mainly from and through the then Czechoslovakia.
In (West) Berlin itself, at 8:30 pm local time I was driving along the Lietzenburger Strasse, a road that runs just south of and tangent to the famous Kurfürstendamm, when the news came on in the car radio. As one normally does when driving, I was only listening "with half an ear" when the newsreader said, translated into English: "There are reports that with immediate effect citizens of the GDR [East Germany] will be allowed to travel abroad. This is taken to include West Germany and West Berlin." Without further comment he went on to the next item of news.
Did I hear it right? Did he really say that?
Back at my flat I looked at the TV listings. The next news-type programme was Channel 1's Tagesthemen, rather like the BBC's Newsnight in the UK. The programme started with the presenter saying something like, "There are reports that ...; we'll move onto other news but come back to this subject as and when we hear anything more." OK, at least that's a bit more than the previous bulletin I had heard on the radio station Radio 100,6.
I then started to channel hop between news programmes, and at first the presenters made comments similar to that of the Tagesthemen presenter, and then the picture became clearer. Soon every single channel's listings for the evening went out of the window, politicians and political commentators were called away to the studios from the middle of eating their supper, and TV crews went to the border crossing points in the Wall between East and West Berlin. Crowds were beginning to gather on the western side of the crossing points, while some East Berliners started to come through, on foot or in cars, welcomed with cheers, handshakes, hugs and so on from the West Berliners.
At that point I started to wonder whether I should go to one of the crossing points but decided against this as I had to be out of the house by 7 o'clock the next morning, and I realised I would only see East German cars, mainly Trabants and Wartburgs, which I could see plenty of when visiting East Berlin; there was probably more to see on TV than if I was there.
At the works where I was doing a translation contract, on Friday it was, unsurprisingly, the main topic of conversation, and on the way back home that afternoon I saw the first East Berlin car in West Berlin. Over the weekend the entire city went mad, with the city almost choking in the exhaust fumes from the environmentally harmful East German cars, but nobody minded. I met quite a few East Berliners. The city became one big carnival.
The rest is, of course, history.