by Jay Brunhouse
In 1984, my train from West Germany, the Federal Republic, to West Berlin passed through 112 miles of ominous countryside known as the German Democratic Republic. The armed guards and police dogs patrolling the platforms along with the barbed-wire fences lining the tracks made everyone nervous.
The trains, by and large, were delayed, but my train, No. D-345, known to passengers as the “Paranoia Express,” traveled on time through Hannover and crossed the East...
CONTINUE READING »