The 20th Anniversary of the Berlin wall is just over my few snippets of memories but still present. Even if I just 6 years old, was when the Wall fell. The following year I started school and we were reunited, the first year.
All the many people in the streets of Berlin (and particularly of the banks and in the subway) and the strange little cars that suddenly drove the streets, were the first changes I've seen at that time. The first visits to East Berlin, however, have scared me, the gray building facades, liked this strange plastic money and the funny smells did not me. The whole meaning of what just happened around me, but I could not understand. Everybody was terribly excited, now was built in Berlin very much.
When I think about today, what would it be like if the wall would still stand, I realize it would be so much in my life today are missing: people, memories, places. Berlin as a divided city of Berlin is not mine, it would be so incomplete.
The face of the reunification is nowhere more visible than here: Without the wall, which was something of a worry line through Berlin, Berlin is always fresher and younger.
The one where we should continue to carry the wall, is a cautionary piece of the time, stuck in the photo album:
(covered: 11/11/1989, Treptow Park) 
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