Roger Noons
Dortmunder Kronen Bier – a barrel of it.
Merci …
merci … merci … fΓΌr
die stunden Cherie … cherie … cherie …
Udo Jurgens voice caressed us as we
swayed, clinging to each other in Lizabeth’s bed sitting room, in the house on
the Unter den Linden. Our third meeting in as many weeks confirmed our love for
each other, but not how to nurture it when we were divided by a wall. Not even
telephone contact permitted. Parting was agony, though she presented me with the
record, the sleeve showing her written pledge.
Passing through Checkpoint Charlie two
hours later, it was confiscated and my passport stamped No Return to the
DDR.
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