When I was born in Plauen, Germany, our street was called Adolf-Hitler Strasse. Then the Yanks came (to conquer) and went (leaving the region to exchange for the US Sector of Berlin).
In marched the Ivans, who stayed a little longer and renamed the street to Friedensstrasse, or Peace Street. After the Soviet Kommandantura people came to imprison my father, we quickly took off back to West Berlin, where all the family were anyway.
Growing up in West Berlin before the Wall went up, was a unique experience. 'Don't go behind that tree', they told me when I was little, 'or the Russia more...
