The Spirit of a Divided Berlin

guard tower

East Germany, April 1989

When East German border guards tromped through the tight train corridor, stopped my study abroad program director and pantomimed the click of a camera, I knew I had messed up. Big time. Standing enough feet away, I pressed close to the passageway window, and inched my camera down into my coat pocket.

Moments earlier, as the train slowly rolled across the border from West Germany into East Germany and communism, I had snapped a picture of a patrol tower. Really bad move. It was 1989, during the Cold War, and I had left the flash on.

After watching the corridor confrontation, I panicked. Clearly, someone in the tower had seen the flash. Would the guards figure out I took the photo? Would they take my camera? Worse, would they take me? Did East Germans send people to Siberia? Could my parents wire a “border crossing fee” to a checkpoint behind the iron curtain?

Ultimately, nothing resulted from my major lapse in judgment. Since it was just seven months before the “fall” of the Berlin Wall, I’m guessing the East German government had more pressing matters than throwing me in a gulag.

East German flag

Realization in East Germany: The photo faux pas confirmed that it didn’t matter that I was an American and guaranteed unalienable rights in the US. I was an American in a communist country, and border guards in East Germany didn’t have to acknowledge my freedom of expression or any other US First Amendment rights.

However, that moment, along with the idea of traveling to a region that was constantly presented to Americans as threatening, dangerous, and essentially evil, enticed me, and I couldn’t wait to see more.



After the guard tower photo incident and avoiding time in a gulag, I was wary but still curious when we arrived in West Berlin. A cosmopolitan modern city, West Berlin didn’t have a dreary, dour communist vibe at all—which was what I expected despite it being a weird island of democracy. Really, it was more like a massive Avant-garde nightclub, pulsating and launching neon light streams everywhere in a party scene that even offered underground bars.

As college students, my friends and I headed straight to the subterranean establishments. To be honest, however, I don’t remember as much about life in West Berlin, because what lay beyond the free zone was far more compelling.

You are leaving the American sector

Before heading over to East Berlin, which was not a simple task since it entailed going through the infamous Checkpoint Charlie, we visited the Berlin Wall. A historic symbol, now virtually gone, but at the time, it was dramatically political, powerful and poetic.

History of the Wall 

The history of Berlin’s division is complicated to say the least. Basically, at the end of World War II, Germany was divided into four sectors—the Soviet influenced East Germany and the Allied (US, France, and Great Britain) influenced West Germany.

Postcard (photographer unknown)

Postcard (photographer unknown)

Berlin, located in East Germany was also divided into east and west sectors. In 1961, during a period of extreme Cold War tension, the East German government with the approval of the Soviet Premiere, Nikita Khrushchev, decided to build a wall to keep residents of East Berlin from defecting in droves to West Berlin.

It started out as a barbed wire and concrete block barricade and ultimately became a reinforced concrete wall 12-feet tall with a “no-man’s land” or “death strip” lined with guard towers, fencing and patrolled by soldiers, dogs and trip-wired machine guns.

Tragically, 171 people died while trying to cross to the other side, but 5,000 East Germans succeeded in making it over, under or around the wall.

peace sign on wall

When the wall “fell” in November, 1989, friends and families who had been separated could cross the east/west border and hug for the first time in decades.

But in April 1989, the wall was still very much a barrier—a concrete curtain.

The wall with apartments

In West Berlin, constant images of the tragic division were emblazoned on post cards, art and posters. The photo of an East German soldier jumping over barbed wire, escaping to the west during early stages of the wall’s construction was sobering enough.

Knowing I could freely travel to both sides and that people separated from their families for decades could not, intensified the experience. I felt guilty walking casually along the free side of the wall while looking up at grim empty apartment complexes that were mere meters from a life of possibilities.

The Berlin Wall was the first in-your-face historical sight I had experienced while traveling. At the time, I could check off on my travel list icons like the Statue of Liberty, Washington Monument, Golden Gate Bridge, Eiffel Tower, London Bridge and even windmills in Holland, but the Berlin Wall was symbolic on a much larger scale.

shattered glass

With its endless graffiti, and various murals it conveyed direct statements of injustice and oppression as well as portraits of rage, confusion, frustration, peace, whimsy and declarations of love. A shattered mirror attached to a small portion of the wall caught my attention more so than the rest of the wall art. It was such clear metaphor of destruction. Yet, it really wasn’t, as I found out after crossing to East Berlin.

lenin behind bars

Indeed the east side was communist. A bust of Lenin (ironically through a gate) and statues of Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels reminded you of which ideology dominated this part of Deutschland.

However, on the other side of the wall, people lived their lives. Children chased pigeons, people shopped, went out to eat and laughed. There was even a mall—granted it seemed like a mall that would showcase burnt orange shag carpet collections as well as yellow and avocado vinyl furniture sets straight from the 1970s. But it was a mall, nevertheless. Of course, we were only seeing the surface of East Berlin, but the surface was pretty pleasant.

kid chasing pidgeons lightly enhanced


drinking beer in east berlin

That day, our study abroad program director made a reservation at a restaurant that was, indeed, “charming.” It had a wooden tables and chairs, stone walls and delicious food. The wait staff was friendly and welcoming, and they even sat down to laugh and drink beers with us.

the girls with marx and engels

It wasn’t a damp, cinderblock dungeon with cold canned soup and stale bread, which, of course one was led to believe would be the “Draconian Dinner Special” with all the negative depictions of communist countries we saw in the US.

Even Marx and Engels were sculpted into two proud buddies who, frankly, looked slightly less uptight than most statues of the founding fathers I had seen in Washington, DC. In fact, since we had been studying European history, Marx and Engels seemed so familiar that we took a photo with them.

I did not want to forget the situation in East Germany, however. The Wall constantly reinforced the physical, and emotional division of East Berlin and West Berlin.

if communism works

west berlin and reischstag

The Reichstag and the Wall—symbolizing the struggles of Berlin.

On the contrary, what my fellow students and I experienced in East Berlin didn’t seem like communism—at least the brand we saw in movies. Where was the soundtrack with the foreboding cello music? Where were the uni-browed scowling people? Where were the bread lines and parades of missiles?


The Teutonic Tirade

However, on our last day in East Berlin, an incident put more fear into me than the guards at the train station and all the communist villains in Sylvester Stallone’s movies combined.

The day started out chilly, but the sun slowly blazed through the spaces between buildings as it rose to promote a clear day. My classmates and I walked along a small cobblestoned road to search for a café.

We arrived at an intersection with no compact Russian cars in sight. The roads were, essentially, deserted. Ignoring the red traffic light, and glancing both ways out of habit, we stepped in the intersection to cross. Against the light. Not a good idea in Germany—let alone the communist side. We heard gruff, stern German spewing from behind.

While everyday German often sounded harsh, pissed-off German froze us in our tracks. Turning around we saw a stooped old man. He had a long wool coat and a hat that was perched on his head, not quite covering his ears or his white tufts of hair. Holding his cane in his gloved hands, he shook it up and down.

Not only did we have a German geezer yelling at us, but he also was shaking his cane. Yikes! What did we do? He shuffled forward a few steps in his sensible black rubber soled shoes.

He unleashed a Teutonic tirade. What was this guy saying to us?

“Death to America!” “Get the hell out, you capitalist pigs!” “I’ll checkpoint your Charlie, alright!” 

My friend Gabrielle, who was fluent in German, translated his commentary, which went something like this: “What’s this world coming to? Why doesn’t this generation have any respect? They don’t listen anymore. They don’t follow rules. You do not cross the street against a red light. EVER.”

He actually reminded me of a crusty old man from anywhere. I almost wanted him to say in English, “MTV has ruined your generation, and by the way, get off my lawn!”

9 thoughts on “The Spirit of a Divided Berlin

    • Jet, thank you! I’m glad I conveyed that feeling. It was truly one of the most fascinating trips I’ve taken, and then I watched the wall fall on TV about six months later!
      Thanks again for your comment. 🙂

  1. How much more enjoyable did the forbidden fruit aspect make the trip?
    I find myself fascinated with places I’m not welcome in or encouraged not to go to…

    • Thank you so much for the comment! Yes — I agree. The forbidden fruit aspect definitely made the trip more intense and exciting. I saw East German soldiers in a train station with AK-47s and that was actually strangely thrilling. Clearly, I had probably seen too many American action movies with Sylvester Stallone fighting “commies.”

  2. I was stationed in West Berlin while I was in the US Army from 1969 to 1971. My wife and I often went through Checkpoint Charlie to East Berlin (we were encouraged to). I had to wear my army dress uniform and our car had USA license plates…so often the East Berlin police followed us around and harassed us. It was a great place to be stationed. The unit I was assigned to (287th Military Police Company, Berlin Brigade) worked the checkpoints and patrolled the wall among other assignments. I enjoyed reading your story and seeing the pictures. My wife and I have been back twice since the wall fell…

  3. Interesting story and pictures. I was stationed in West berlin while I was in the US Army from 1969 to 1971. My wife and I often went through Checkpoint Charlie to East Berlin for the day (we were encouraged to do so). I was in the 287th Military Police Company, Berlin Brigade. Our unit patrolled the wall and worked the checkpoints in addition to other duties. Our car had USA license plates and I had to wear my Class A uniform so everyone knew I was in the US Army. The East Berlin Police would often follow us all day and harass us. We met several interesting people in East Berlin. Thank you again for posting this story…it brought back many memories.

    • Thanks so much for reading and for the comment, Ron!

      Wow — how crazy to have patrolled the wall and work the checkpoints during the late sixties and early seventies! That must have been fascinating and tense. I can only imagine how surreal it must have been to watch the wall come down (on TV for you?). I remember being shocked that it happened only a few months after I was there. I teach teach young community college students and it’s always wild to tell them about something that was so infamous that is now gone.

      I’m glad the story and photos brought back memories (hopefully not any terrible ones). Thanks again for sharing your thoughts.

      • I am attaching 3 photos taken when I was stationed in West Berlin.I had them on my computer.

        The first is of me with a fellow GI Richard in Treptow Park in East Berlin. The second is of me with a Russian soldier in a parking lot off Karl Marx Allee in East Berlin.

        The third is a picture of Checkpoint Charlie taken from our “outlook” post in a building next to the Checkpoint. This is looking into the East along Friedrichstrasse.

        It was quite an experience to be stationed there!!!



      • Ron, unfortunately, the photos don’t appear in the comments section. They sound very intriguing — especially the one of you and a Russian soldier! I can only imagine what an experience you had. It seems so strange now that we had this pivotal period in history.

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