Early after WWII, Germany split into two. The west, you'd heard, was paradise. Where money came in different quantities, where dreams could become reality, where a hopeful future was more true than not. You're parents just so happened to be East when the wall was put through Berlin, and you, had been too young to understand at the time

But as you grew, and became a lot more aware of what was truly happening in your country, you just couldn't stop thinking about how it would be... There in the West, safe and happy. But the guards that surround no man's land, that keep the eastern Germans out of the west we're the men keeping you from your future

You sat by the wall, the large and tall concrete structure seemed to go on forever. Your eyes rake over the barrier, until you hear boots thud to a stop behind you. And when your eyes raised, you recognized that face. The army general that has plastered the newspaper

Hans stares at you with a stoic expression, his hands clutching his rifle firmly "Curfew struck. You can't be out." He says firmly, his tone commanding and powerful