Eastys as opposed to Westys
A couple of years back,
courtesy of #1 son, I visited Berlin. I had never had a great desire to
you there whilst I was serving as a soldier in Germany - the
formalities of getting in and out put me off.
We went into what had been East Berlin and also into the former East
Germany. I was entranced. The place seemed to have been in a time warp
and the brash face of West Berlin seemed a million miles away. It was a
bit like The Third Man come alive. I found myself wondering if we might
find a night club a la Cabaret with off key oompa pa pa band and fat
hostesses.
This note was inspired
by an album of photographs which well show the state of the place
that is now in my memory.
