Soviet Escape Plan
The mist hung lazily at dawn, illuminated by the promise of the sun not yet over the horizon. The shadows still giving the guard towers a menacing look on the walls behind them. This felling of subconscious discomfort became second nature to me as well to many others who by no fault of their own ended up on the wrong side of the Berlin Wall. The decaying buildings leading the way to muddy, unpaved streets which led to either more decaying buildings or more guard posts. Many days I...