our nightmare

our nightmare

The fall of the Berlin Wall---Best day in my life

a huge ceremony
It is a regular Thursday midnight when I’m wake up by some loud noise; it is my neighbor Heinrich Tobias and his brother Gotthold knocking at my window crazily. It’s only 3 a.m. in the morning, how could he be so excited? I thought as I walk to the window tiredly. “Florian! You never know what is happening!! The revolution is begun; they are torning down the wall.” Before I walked over to the window he couldn't help began to yelling. I screamed out with joy cannot believe what I hearted. I tremble to turn on the radio he handed to me; every channel was filled with the event in Berlin " come on let's drive to the wall. It's a big day." Gotthold yelled. It was a normal cold, dry November day. Temperature is below zero degree, but I can’t feel any cold. We carry a thermos bottle of coffee, two sausages, extra warm clothes, sleeping bags, and a battery-powered radio. The two of us packed into my 10 year old second-hand Volkswagen bug and we drove off. We drove along, and listening to the radio, the only thing was Berlin. Heinrich and Gotthold start to singing in the back of my car and beating on my car chairs, if it was yesterday I will definitely stop them, but now even if they smash my beloved car into piece I will say nothing. Along the way, over two million Germans from both East and West were gathered in the street holding a large party. After one hour we finally reach the wall which took us 45 minutes more to get there because of crazy traffic jam. At one point in the wall, many people had begun to tear down the wall. Our dream is come true; we succeeded in carrying away a three meter tall slab. Others start to singing or dancing on the wall. And we surprisingly met people from other countries in Europe like, Spain, France and England: they had all left their homes and come to see the memorable day that the wall to be push down. Germans were drunk with joy. Everyone spoke in all sorts of languages and half languages. But none of these languages can press my happiness. Everything was out of control. Police on horses watched. There was nothing they could do. But we are not afraid of them anymore. And it is weird and excited that a day before, we would have been shot for being here , but now people were knocking off pieces to take home as a souvenir of an unforgettable night. It's my best day ever!

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