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Bernauerstraße

...This is related to a fundamental problem: I cannot remember what the Berlin Wall looked like.  I have no memory of it that belongs to me.  I was never there, never here, in Berlin.  I was too young, I was too far away.  Why do I so often feel that by dint of my birth in another country, I was born an exile from this city of my heart?...

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