My brother and father were there playing tourists that day. My father was in Frankfurt working at the American air base as a civilian. We had lived in Germany just eight years earlier so they knew their way around. My brother had never been to Berlin and wanted to visit. So they took the train up for a couple of days. My brother was an avid photographer and captured many of the same images as the press did. He even climbed up on the wall. It was a crazy hopeful time that has been lost to us. The hope that is.