In This Free World
The future's in the air, I can feel it everywhere
In the summer of 1990, I stood where the wall had been and wondered at what had happened to Europe.
I wasn’t alone: the rest of the city, the rest of the continent, was wondering the same. It was the freshest time of my life, before or since. I was only eighteen - and that helped - but the world, or the little part of it that I knew, had suddenly changed…
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