http://www.smh.com.au/travel/a-wall-ran-through-it-20140129-31lyp.html#ixzz2sFe36B7P
The Sydney Morning Herald published this very interesting article about some excursions along the route where the Berlin Wall used to run through. You may also like to have a look at the beautiful pictures they published with this article!
AuntyUta 
Nice article . One of the things I really enjoy about Berlin is the presence of the past, even more tan in London or Paris, and including the ‘dark’ past. Maybe that’s why – Berlin is more honest than London and Paris about the bad things that happened there.
Yes, the bad things in the past, we should not forget about them, rather learn to avoid repeating any of them..
Thank you for your comment, Catterel.
This is a great article–thanks for sharing it. In When the Wall came down our family was stationed with the US military in Heidelberg, Germany. Our son’s boy scout troop had a pre-planned trip to Berlin that weekend and we were present when they lifted Checkpoint Charlie up and away. We each took a sledgehammer and participated in tearing down the wall. When we walked into the East, it was very eerie. The streets and houses all had a grey feel to them. As West Germans and visitors strolled down the streets, the East Germans remained in their homes, peeking behind their curtains. They were scared and mistrustful. It was a very surreal experience, but one I am so grateful for.
Interesting that you where there when it happened. We were too far away. East Berlin at that time looked like a city just after WW II. We had visited East Berlin every time we were in Berlin as we had, and still have, our lovely relations living there.
No wonder the street felt eerie. November is normally a bad time with a grey sky and constant drizzle. The dark grey façades with the bullet holes did not look very exciting, I suppose. Most of the East Berliners were probably in West-Berlin inspecting the decadent West. The ones that were behind the curtains must have been the very old ones who did not trust the new beginning.
West-Berlin was always like a beacon to the East. It promised something they did not know in their own country: opulence and non-scarcity. So, what really happened was, that a whole country went through a rabbit hole, called the underground train, and like “Alice in Wonderland”, they came out in another country called West-Berlin. We can only be thankful to the government of the GDR that they did not use force to prevent the disappearance of their country.
For me, as an born Berliner, it was, and still is, the happiest day of my life.
As Berlioz (my husband Peter) writes, Gail, the day the wall came down was the happiest day of our lives.We watched the news here in Australia at seven in the morning. We heard that from now on everyone is allowed to visit the West.
Peter rang straight away his cousin Ingrid in East-Berlin and told her the news. It was probably a bit after 9 pm in Berlin. She said that they would get a permit tomorrow for visiting West-Berlin. Peter said, there was no need any more to get a permit. He told her, they could just cross the border into West-Berlin without any permit.
And this is what happened. We saw it on TV how thousands of East-Berliners ventured towards the border crossings that same night. They were received with much enthusiasm in West-Berlin.