It is weird,actually,because I am glad I did not have to live through those times, but I do get a wave of something nostalgia-like, as I read this.
My father and his family came from the east (they got thrown out one day) and my mother from the west. I was only 4 years old when the wall fell and didn't have any interest in the topic until I was 13 or something.
I remember watching for hours because I knew I was watching history being made.
They wanted to leave and then got harrassed.
My uncle got into prison with 18 because of their wish to leave. The government did try many things to silence them.
Then, one night, government said they should pack what they can carry and leave.