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But it also seemed like a good place to go to detox and collect one’s wits. Bleak, depressed, somewhat coldly (and dingily) modern, furtively wrestling with its own history, divided, socially and politically adrift in the throes of its Cold War limbo. That was the impression of the place as it existed at the time, anyway – the picture that the word ‘Berlin’ commonly painted in a person’s mind. A ‘come-down’ city if ever there was one. You wander down a given city street and it suddenly and abruptly ends, and at that point of stoppage you find yourself facing the Wall.