We eat bananas and listen to The Beach Boys. We shop in shiny supermarkets and aren’t afraid of our neighbors. We’re happy. And yet, when I’m tucked up in bed with my American face cream on, I’m sure I hear tapping in the walls. “Psst!” I whisper. “What if they’re listening to us?” “Go to … More Life on the Other Side

“Jetzt. Gehe!” the man orders, signaling to the hole in the basement where, incredibly, freedom awaits. Its existence was only whispered to me last week and now here we are; ready to risk everything. “Be good!” I say, kissing our baby. “Go!” orders my husband, who will follow behind. The tunnel is dark and muddy … More Bernauer Strasse: Exit to Freedom