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“Pozdamer Platz,” mused your author's companion. "You wanna yell it, like, 'POTZDAMER PLATZ!'”
For about 20 minutes, we did just that. We did it in the most grating,
Sgt. Schultzian manner possible. Your author on the shy side of 40; his
companion a few years over the line, both acting like the metallic
teenage chuckleheads we'd been back when Berlin was still two cities. We
really should've been blaring Accept to complete the tableau. Upon seeing a sign for Spandau: “Vee are going to Spandau! Vee vant to see the ballet!”
If you grew up during the Cold War, this city impacted you in ways you
won't even realize until you're actually faced with the place.
