The strip that split families. The strip that divided a country and deciding it's fate. The strip that caused turmoil and political tension. The strip that people have died on trying to cross. The strip that was eventually destroyed. For 28 years, the Berlin Wall, also known as the "Death Strip", was built separating the city and the affects of it can still be seen until this very day. West & East Germany can simply be compared to the phrase Life & Death for its literal sense and conceptual. Even until this day, East Germany has many of its traits still left behind and the feeling can still be felt in the infrastructure, buildings, roads, everything you can name. After WWII, West Germany was occupied by the Americans and the East side occupied by the Soviet Union. When the wall went up in 1961, one could simply not go from East to West Germany trying to return home. You would be gunned down even stepping near the initial gates of the Wall, coining the name the "Death Strip" Walking from West to East, no problem. Walking from East to West, you were trapped in a dead-end. It was the epitome of "one way in, one way out" The feeling of being out near the wall brought a feeling I've never felt before. Not only did it bring out 28 years of suppression on the other side, but the history behind why the Wall was flushed through the cement of when it was built. All the way back to 1939 is the reason why the crumbing of an infamous wall came down in 1989. Touching the remains of the wall and the replacements feels as if I'm touching over 80 years of mix emotion; pain, torture, relief, anger. The feel of everything about why this wall was up can make you rethink the concept of "the grass is greener on the other side" because it just might be for some cases... Thank you Berlin.