My husband is watching MacGyver, who just escaped East Berlin in a coffin that turned into a jet ski… or something. It’s weird for me to think that I will be living in an apartment in what used to be East Berlin, and that for the first 20 years of my life I couldn’t have set foot on that street. If I walk 1.8 Km SW of my apartment, I can walk right past Checkpoint Charlie and go to McDonalds (which I wouldn’t, cuz ew. And how hilariously tacky is it that they built a McDonalds at Checkpoint Charlie?) So much history, and so much of it awkward or sad.