I’ve met several Berliners with stories of the Wall’s fall, excited at the new opportunity. But this weekend was the first time that I met someone who told me without any qualification that the fall of the Wall was felt as a bad thing, for her and for her family. she said it was “horrible.”
I was drinking coffee at St. Oberholz, and started talking to a woman who sat at my table (sharing tables is pretty common in Europe; there’s no such thing as a full room, if there are chairs). She said she was 18 in 1989, and so had not formed many of her own ideas about East vs. West, communism and capitalism. All she knew was that everything she’d been prepared for had collapsed completely. The future she had been brought into just totally ceased.
For about four years they scaped by, suddenly with West German bosses and West German landlords — the people with the money, after all, though this is a generalization, still own much of the East and the disparity of East and West is marked. She referred to “the wall in our minds,” that barrier that still exists between East and West, that comes from habit, and history.
She said that it took travel, to Holland, to France, to Ireland, to change her mind about it, and accept the new opportunities in front of her, rather than the ones she was prepared for. She told me that travel helped her see that bigger problems face the world than East and West.