I had a few childhood visions of Checkpoint Charlie: my mom had gone through this stop in the late sixties when driving around Europe- they used mirrors to make sure no one was hanging on to their axel. I think it must have featured in many an escape story about East Berlin- even if it was the CBC Disney Sunday night special.
It really had not occurred to me that it might still exist in some form all these years later, but today there I was. Straddling the east and the west. I could have gotten a 'visa' stamped, but I wanted it in my real passport and then thought that might get me in trouble!
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