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My Mauerfall

Only quickly today. I have to go to school, there is not enough time for a full frontal blog. This is just a rapid note on a date that is almost already over again. As I am writing this, November 9, 2009 is winding down in Germany. At many sites, tables are probably being cleaned at this very moment, stained champagne glasses collected, microphones unplugged. The party is over. Germany has successfully been reunited for the twentieth time.

Again, I wasn't there to be part of it. I was here. November 9 seems to always awkwardly slip away from me every time something important happened. When the Berlin Wall came down, I was definitely around. I was six I would have been able to understand. But I remember nothing.

I didn't hear about what happened until a year later. I was in first grade and we built a wall of chairs in the middle of the classroom. Then, we were to tear it down. It must have been quite a revolution without any of us seven-year-olds knowing what it really meant. Our teacher drew a chalk picture later; stick-figures that were embracing each other on a map that was to represent Germany.

By that time, I had been without realization visiting "the other half" of my family that had been locked up in Dessau, on the former territory of the German Democratic Republic. I had seen depressing grey buildings and eaten amazingly inexpensive ice cream. I had seen the last days of the soviet regime, and I was playing with my soviet cousins' dolls.

I really wanted to get this blog out before the day, over there, was over. I also hysterically read the online papers this morning to find out if something else had happened which I missed. I couldn't spot anything. It was all memories of the one event twenty years ago. I felt relieved. History can be so exhausting when you're trying to keep up with it.

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