I know some of you have been revisiting the 1980s this week (all set in motion by Kat, I believe). I haven't joined in so far because...well for me the best bits of the 1980s were the beginning and the end. In 1981 I looked like this:
Flicktastic or what? In this pic I was 14, it was the summer holidays and we were on a train from Hannover to Berlin (me, Mum and a friend of mine). Mum had a friend who lived in West Berlin (a friend of her first husband - the two men had met in a POW camp after WW2 I think) and he was a friend to Mum right to the end and sent me a lovely letter and photos when she died last month. The journey was quite exciting - all through the East German countryside with lots of sniffer dogs patrolling the train at every stop. And then of course we got to Berlin...and in 1981 quite a lot of that city looked like this:
In my teenage diary I describe East Germany as 'bare and dreary'...and heck, I lived in a Middlesbrough suburb at the time...
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