A Supermarket in East Berlin
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Last published Tue, Mar 18, 2014
The year was 1988, my family had moved from Southern California to East Berlin where my stepfather was accepted to teach at Humboldt University. This poem is a reflection on an East German supermarket. This is part of a larger memoir, Ghosts of East Berlin, some of which I have posted, including a complementary poem "A Supermarket in West Berlin."
Photo Credit: My friend Kristina provided this photo of her mom as a child at the Wall in the 1960's or early 1970's. It captures so much of what I remember of both East and West Berlin.
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