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No, the Wall wasn't physically torn down that day, but it might just as well have been.
It was a day my wife, who is German, and I will never forget. We had parked the girls, then 6 and 4, with friends in the neighborhood near Düsseldorf, and taken a weekend up in Hamburg, where I had to work on the 11th (Sunday). We arrived at our hotel, and had turned on the TV to watch the news, and our mouths dropped open. East Germany had been bleeding citizens for months now, with the Czechs allowing passage to the West for the East Germans camped out at the West German embassy in Prague, plus the Hungarians opening the border to Austria (East Germans were allowed to to travel to Hungary), effectively providing a safe route to the West there as well. But the events in East Berlin still took us, and all of Germany, on both sides of the wall, by complete surprise. As it turned out, it was complete chaos on the East German side as well. At a press conference in East Berlin, one of the members of the East German Politburo was reading aloud something that had not been intended to be made public until later. When he said that all East Germans would be allowed to travel to the West, he was asked if that included West Berlin, and as of when? He looked at his documents, and, in an unsure voice, said, "yes, and as far as I can tell, that is effective immediately." My wife and I watched this on the German news and turned to each other with "did-you-hear-what-I think-I-just-heard?" looks.
The East German border guards, who were out on patrol or at official border crossings, and NOT watching the news on TV, had no idea of what was going on, and the ones at the Wall in East Berlin were in complete panic when thousands of East Berliners appeared at crossing points and demanded to be allowed to walk over to West Berlin that instant. Commanders who had every authority to order a massacre wisely decided not to do so, having the presence of mind to realize that if thousands of East Berliners were storming the wall claiming they were allowed to go over, that their information had to come from somewhere high up. Panicked border guards called up their superiors looking for guidance, and were told something was up, and not to harm anyone. Not harming anyone with a few thousand civilians pushing and shoving at the border gates amounted to letting them through, and so they did. The East German border guards became helpless onlookers to the spectacle of tens of thousand of East Berliners walking across what used to be the "death strip" just a day before. They were totally bewildered, getting high fives from people they had, for their whole professional lives, been told to shoot dead if they ever tried to do exactly what they were all now doing.
The next morning, a Saturday, we expected an onrush of East Germans in Hamburg, which was just 30 miles from the old East German border. Sure enough, they poured into Hamburg, gawking at just about everything. Having been to East Berlin during the days as a Soviet colony, I knew the contrast between the dull drab place that was East Germany and a dynamic city like Hamburg. I can imagine the shock of the East Germans, and indeed, they stared in total wonder at just about everything. The West German government had long ago set up a "greeting money" for East German visitors. It was 100DM, about $60 back then. Of course, the offices handing out this money were totally overwhelmed, used to maybe a couple dozen people a day, and not ten thousand. After the initial euphoria, the more practical, and more sobering "what happens now?" thoughts came up, but for that one amazing day, anyone with more presence of mind than a mushroom felt the electricity in the air, and knew that history had turned a very, very big page.
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