In 1964 I was a student in Berlin for a week. I was 17 and had an old Brownie box camera. Film was expensive so I only took a few pictures. They have faded but I wanted to add them to allow you to see some of what I saw so long ago.
I had only a few diary entries from that week. Here they are.
July 26. 1964 I saw the wall from our side. I was silent.
July 30th, 1964 Today I left Berlin. In my memory there are lots of jumbled details but I can’t quite pull them out.
It took me 25 years to pull it out.
I am impressed, with this whole thing, Rich! Very good idea to contribute to some real knowledge. I very much liked your pictures of old Berlin, which gave me a sence of knowing something important, that I didn’t before. In 1964 I was only 3 years old. Niether me, nor you couldn’ t see each other, because of that famous wall, which was less physical than imaginary minded. Now I am 53 and still fighting with that imaginary part. This is the most difficult part I think.
I will countinue visiting this site of yours with interest, knowing that part of your story of life could be that of my Albania.
Some of the story will be Albania. I need to scan photos because we were using film then. And I need to edit letters. Reading them I made so many naieve assumptions. Although, perhaps, I should leave them as part of my oun transition.