I waited until 1984 to read thre novel "1984," right at the time I was sent to Berlin. Everyone said Orwelle's predictions for the future were way off. For the rest of the world, perhaps, When I crossed over into East Berlin within two days of my arrival, his predictions were dead balls on. VoPo's and certainly StaSi would follow us around, trying to intimidate us. Big Brother was definitely evident everywhere - cameras mounted on all of the buildings around Alexanderplatz, Soviet Liason vehicles always seeming to be idling near an intersection before you even got to it. And of course, like the book, the Sovs were busy changing history by airbrushing people out of photos and deleting any mention of them in the history books.
My impressions of West Berlin were much more favorable. A plethora of excellent cafes, the AVUS (great for racing bikes up and down on in the middle of the night) and of course the girls.
All you needed then was a good haircut, a pretty good command of the German language, and a hot bike. Those were the days. Of course, being stationed there lost some its charm when Major Nicholson was murdered. and when LaBelle's was bombed. Contrary to what a former Armorama member thinks, it was no party. We ran the wall, did wall patrols locked and loaded. and screwed with the Sovs at every opportunity. Then we would drink beer and make trades with those same Sovs when we took the duty train through the DDR.
My first impressions will always be my best memories of Berlin. I went on a three day pass from Afghanistan in '03, and it had changed to much I hardly recognized it. The East had caught up with and in many ways surpassed the West. My old Kaserne was a museum, and a lot of my favortie haunts had changed ownership. Still, I can't wait to go back.