By now it should be clear that I love Germany. No, I haven’t been there; that doesn’t matter. You don’t have to visit the Globe Theater to appreciate the genius of Shakespeare or the Louvre to understand the mastery of Leonardo da Vinci.
9 November 1989. You remember it like Pearl Harbor, the Kennedy – or King – Assassination, September 11.
Four-year-old me stood in my underwear watching Peter Jennings report live from Berlin and knew that something important was happening.
Others my age don’t remember this. Their earliest memories are of cartoons or animated movies.
I remember the world changing