fromwww.theguardian.com
10 hours agoExperience: I escaped East Berlin in the boot of a car
When bananas were imported once or twice a year, the queues stretched further than I had ever seen. My brother and I were desperate to get out. We'd hang around the checkpoints, hoping to befriend a West Berliner. Occasionally, they took pity and sent us packages. But escaping was rare and expensive. Most who managed it had paid thousands of marks.
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