BMW
remove our helmets, but the smile is
not required at this end. I am curious
about large mirrors, about one by
twO feet with casters on the bottoms,
that lean against the cement-block
walls. Then a guard slides one under
a car in search of hidden compartments. It's business as usual in Bully
Alley.
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The Two Sides of Berlin
West Berlin is a surprising, cosmopolitan, all-night town of music
and restaurants, bright lights and
automobiles. We stay three days with
Rudolph's nephew Achim, a bright,
intense student of 27 who detests
strongly the condi tions in the East,
and who smokes too many cigarettes.
At Checkpoint Charley the infamous Wall is incredibly ugly. Again,
there is a wall within a wall within a
wall, with the one on this side being
literally a miles-long cement billboard
of anti-war, anti-Communist slogans
lnixed with the usual bathroom words
and declarations of love.
The four of us enter East Berlin, a
drab and dour city with little traffic
and a feeling like it is always about to
rain. Anti-imperi
