Today, it's been 25 years since the Berlin Wall fell. I was barely 2 years old when it happened and I don't remember seeing the events on the news. But the event was very significant and it was often talked about in my family growing up. A history nerd, my father would tell me and my brothers how the world had looked when he had grown up, how there was a clear division between East and West. When I moved to Berlin in 2010, that concept of East and West, the horrors of the GDR, and the notion of what it must have been like living in a divided city became very real to me. I thought about it every single day as I travelled around the city, seeing its scars and trying to understand. The last few weeks, I've been working on a couple of stories about the GDR for the newspaper, and the more I read, watch and hear about this chapter in history, the more unbelievable it seems to me. So today I'm celebrating that the world became reunified that evening in November in Berlin. Hope you have a lovely Sunday out there!