Comments on: Remembering Charlie http://blogs.reuters.com/global/2009/11/02/remembering-charlie/ Beyond the World news headlines Wed, 16 Nov 2016 20:09:42 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=4.2.5 By: Puneet Pasrich http://blogs.reuters.com/global/2009/11/02/remembering-charlie/comment-page-1/#comment-14793 Wed, 04 Nov 2009 20:08:27 +0000 http://blogs.reuters.com/global/?p=6166#comment-14793 When the Wall fell down I was a senior in high school in California. Our whole school watched the newsreels over and over, celebrating their new-found freedom. It was clear that this transformation changed Europe and freed the human spirit.

Years later, I got to visit Berlin and headed straight for Checkpoint Charlie. Nearby is the “Checkpoint Charlie/Wall” museum. The strategies and difficulties the East Germans went through to execute their escape plans are of such magnitude that I stand in awe. I have the highest respect for their cleverness and fortitude. That museum’s teachings might be the cause I became an activist for human & civil rights.

Even twenty years later, I am so proud of the Berliners for having the courage to walk through the checkpoints and for the West Berliners to receive them as brothers and sisters.

Ich bin ein Berliner.

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By: Bill Trott http://blogs.reuters.com/global/2009/11/02/remembering-charlie/comment-page-1/#comment-14786 Wed, 04 Nov 2009 14:40:24 +0000 http://blogs.reuters.com/global/?p=6166#comment-14786 Great tales and well told!

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By: Jack Eason http://blogs.reuters.com/global/2009/11/02/remembering-charlie/comment-page-1/#comment-14752 Tue, 03 Nov 2009 09:06:59 +0000 http://blogs.reuters.com/global/?p=6166#comment-14752 People are just people :)

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By: Kirsten Meier http://blogs.reuters.com/global/2009/11/02/remembering-charlie/comment-page-1/#comment-14742 Mon, 02 Nov 2009 19:47:02 +0000 http://blogs.reuters.com/global/?p=6166#comment-14742 Remembering Berlin
I was born and raised in West-Berlin, in Zehlendorf actually. Shortly after my first birthday we went to visit one of my aunts. My Mom told me that it got late and we were invited to stay for the night, but my folks preferred to be back in their own home for the night. This was the night the Wall went up. From then on, we lived in the West and my aunt in the East.
When we would go and visit her, we would take a basket of goodies along, treasures they rarely saw: bananas, oranges, coffee and pineapple marmalade. We always had to have an extra pound of coffee along, the guard would confiscate it. I guess he liked real coffee, too.
My folks went traveling a lot, we had a VW camping bus. One time, the bored kid that I was, I stuck my tongue out at one of the border patrols in their tall towers when they pointed their guns at us. Our vehicle got pulled out and we were detained and searched for 2 hrs. After that, I avoided any eye contact with the guards.
Later, during my study years at the Technical University, three (male) friends and I went for an outing. It was June 17, a holiday in West Berlin due to a bloody uprising in East Berlin in 1953. When we young people came to the border, only male guards were available, which was my salvation. Because my friends were stripped search – I guess the guards payback that we had a holiday and they had to work.
In 1982, I immigrated to the US. It took many years for my nightmare to go away: I am arriving at the US border and they refuse to let me in. Many Americans born here do not understand and appreciate the freedom we have. I still remember how it was….

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By: Paritosh http://blogs.reuters.com/global/2009/11/02/remembering-charlie/comment-page-1/#comment-14738 Mon, 02 Nov 2009 17:44:48 +0000 http://blogs.reuters.com/global/?p=6166#comment-14738 Eine sehr schöne Geschichte, Herr Boulton! … :)

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