Tomorrow on November 9th, it's going to be an important day for us Germans, and although Berlin has changed so much since then, I can't believe that 20 years have already passed since the fall of the Wall that seperated us.

I can still remember those days as if it had been only last week, and although Germany had to brave some difficult times afterwards growing together and rebuilding, it is without doubt the most incredible event I've been part of in my life time (so far, at least).

I did not even hear it on TV when they opened the borders on November 9th, 1989, because I was already in bed. And when next morning, I went to work, I thought my colleagues were joking when they told me... until we switched on the TV. Needless to say, none of us got any work done that day as even our bosses came to see just what was happening all over the country.

Of course I wanted to climb on the Wall when I got off work, but when I arrived, I found that it was impossible as there were so many people already standing atop, there was no more room left. But it was surreal enough when I walked around the Reichstag for the first time in my life, and at our then main shopping boulevard, the Kurfürstendamm, there were no more cars: everything had been closed down and there were hundreds of thousands of people from both sides of the country, celebrating to the sound of the few radio vans that pumped out music, and everyone was hugging everyone.

Those were incredible, incredible days, and I cannot describe to you that feeling of absolute joy on everyone's faces. A miracle had happened, thanks to Mr. Gorbatchev, Mr. Bush sr. and of course, the couragious people on the then other side of the Wall.

How did you experience those days?