tales from the Berlin adventure
of the events in Berlin I flew in to the city from my base
in London. I'd grown up in the shadow of the Cold War and
to be a witness to this momentous piece of history was thrilling."
call that sausage?
people call the Germans sausage eaters as they have a reputation
for making and serving up divine snarlers. Well after a really hard
day's trudging around the Berlin Wall in freezing conditions and
snow up to ankles I needed some hot food.
my way back to the apartment I stopped in at a little bar and figured
I'd grab a couple of sausages and some beer. I ordered and before
the meats arrived I'd downed two pilsners of exceptionally fine
the sausages arrived I couldn't believe my eyes. In the capital
of sausages I was served up two light-brown things on a plate.
were the most unappetising snarlers I've ever seen - and they were
boiled! Manfully, or rather because I was starving, I ate them but
never again I vowed.
drank my rent
Berlin we stayed in a private apartment belonging to a very nice
old German fellow.
was basic - but warm and comfy. The old guy had an adult son living
with him who seemed nice enough to me and my travelling companions.
night before we flew out of Berlin the son approached us and asked
us to pay for the lodgings as neither he nor his dad would be up
early enough when we left in the morning.
nothing of it we handed over the deutchmarks and settled in for
the night. The next morning as we were leaving the old guy came
out and asked for his dosh. "But we gave it to your son last
night," I told him.
His face fell. "My son is a drinker and there will be nothing
sorry as we felt for him we couldn't pay again and left him to take
the matter up with the prodigal son.
me general can you take my picture?
after the fall of the Berlin Wall there were plenty of Soviet military
types in the city. I was on the eastern side of the Brandenburg
Gate taking photos when some senior Russian chaps were posing for
photos in front of it.
As one does I offered to take one of all of them and they accepted.
They thanked me and then I asked "Can one of you take my picture
please?" One duly obliged.
Ah, the joys of glasnost.
can I buy a hat?
a beautiful morning in Berlin I made the mistake of heading out
without a hat.
I'd only been gone for an hour or so when all of sudden it seemed
to snow out of a blue sky. And boy did it come down. My head and
ears began to get very cold and so I went up to two East German
soldiers who were patrolling the streets.
chaps," I started, "Do you know where I can buy a hat?"
guys had a bit of a natter in German and suggested I head down a
few blocks and check out the shops there.
"Thanks," said I, "Have a nice day."
One of the soldiers then asked me "Are you English?" I
said "No, I'm Australian."
guy looked around at all the snow piling up and said "Merry