N.52°32.302, E.13°23.766

There isn’t much left to tell you when you’ve crossed the border into the East. People tell you stories of the wasteland patrolled by dogs that were attached to overhead wires – running up and down the no-man’s land between the two super-powers.

Now though, it’s only when you see the tram lines in the road that you know you’ve entered East. The modernising West ripped out the tracks years ago, and now its too expensive to put them back.

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