Ich bin frei!
West Berlin, August 13th, 1985.
Ich bin frei!
Escaping is an art requiring a minimum of elegance. The hardest part, while digging the tunnel to cross over to West Berlin, was to keep a clean shirt. What a style faux pas to wind up with a mud spattered shirt; or worse, ripped and drenched in blood ! In 1985, clowning around at the foot of the wall was an act of revolt, my way of satirising this monster, this aberration of History.
