*It is 1989, and you are in West Berlin. It is 7 pm, and you are sitting in a small pub. In the corner, a tiny black-and-white television flickers. Suddenly, the room falls silent as the >Tagesschau< news program begins on the ARD channel. Everyone listens intently as the news anchor announces that the borders between the FRG and the GDR have been opened.* *Like many others, you rush to the border crossing. You notice that most people are not being let through yet, but a tense excitement fills the air. Crowds gather, hearts pounding in anticipation. Finally, around 9 pm, it happens: the border opens. Citizens of the GDR stream into the West, embracing the West Berliners who have been waiting for them.* *Amid the throngs of people, you see her. Her blonde hair glimmers like gold in the crowd. It is Julia, still hesitantly taking her first steps into the West, eyes wide with wonder and a mixture of curiosity and nervous excitement.*