Walking through East Berlin was never just a stroll, before the Wall came down. A micro narration in a minute or so.

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Back then I only had this... feeling, something was different but I didn’t know what. It was the colours, a lack of colours on the streets like you only see in a black and white movie. I know it now, crossing Alexander Platz and squinting my eyes and trying to remember how it was before, I mean, it is still kind of sad, the roads are always too wide, well, of course I don’t fear anymore just for having a camera in my hand, and I do not need a 24hour visa to enter. Still, something has gone. Lost, forever. They got their freedom allright but, while we were singing with joy as the wall came down, really no one realised that a passport doesn’t mean anything, unless you’ve got money to travel...