A 1985 newspaper assignment took me from West Berlin, a rich, vibrant, noisy, stylish, all-night reveling open city with symphony concerts next to live nude girl shows and fancy eateries, like New Orleans’ Bourbon Street on steroids – a glittering capitalist island surrounded by drab communist mediocrity – into East Berlin where I was to report on how the Soviet puppet state really worked.
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