#8: Prinzlaurberg, N 52°32.302, E 13°23.766

  
There isn’t much left to tell you when you’ve crossed the border. People tell you stories of the wasteland patrolled by dogs that were attached to overhead wires – running up and down the no-man’s land between the two super-powers.
Now though, it’s only when you see the tram tracks in the road that you know you’ve entered east. The west modernised years ago, ripping them all out, and now its too expensive to put them back.