I sometimes regret that I never travelled in the East Block during the cold war times. I will never have that experience.
    I tried to catch some of the feeling by traveling to Berlin, Dresden, Prague and Budapest in the autumn of 1992, only three years after the fall of the Iron Curtain. I skipped class for a couple of weeks during my studies at the university and took the night train from Copenhagen to Berlin. The strangely empty spaces in the middle of the city were still unexploited as a reminiscence of a divided Europe, but the sense of another Germany didn’t present itself until the train stopped at the station in Dresden. The city still wore many scars from the war and every new building seemed infected by socialistic aesthetics. At last I had arrived in Central Europe. I found an accommodation and walked out into the pitch black night in Dresden.

    Notes from Dresdenchrister