I’m so old I remember…

Unfortunatly I never traveled to any now non existent countries.

Pulse dialing telephones, including rotary phones.
 
Me too, pay $5 west Germany marks for it at the border, didn’t have a choice, definitely illegal
I was on a group tour, so it was probably covered in some fee I wasn’t aware of. When in “West” Berlin, they gave us the opportunity to walk into East Berlin, but warned us we’d have to exchange a minimum of 10 or 20 marks (don’t recall exactly, maybe that’s an even better indicator of age) into Östmark, and that you had to spend it or surrender it upon coming back (and there was really nothing much available to spend it on, so I passed)
 
I was on a group tour, so it was probably covered in some fee I wasn’t aware of. When in “West” Berlin, they gave us the opportunity to walk into East Berlin, but warned us we’d have to exchange a minimum of 10 or 20 marks (don’t recall exactly, maybe that’s an even better indicator of age) into Östmark, and that you had to spend it or surrender it upon coming back (and there was really nothing much available to spend it on, so I passed)
I got mine on the way to Berlin from Hannover. We got a ride from a mitfahrencentral and there was the west Germany driver, my friend from Berlin and someone with a west German work permit and me.
When we got to the border the woman choose the German only lane despite the contraband auslander, me.
It was snowing. We put our passports on an outdoor conveyor belt which slowly made its way to a guard post. There were endless cars behind us.
They wouldn’t let us go on because I didn’t have a visa. Huge argument erupted with west Germans going “we built this road” and so on in German.
The armed guards in the guard towers are all intensely watching.
People behind us definitely not happy. After 45 min with everyone’s passports and us in the snow, I pick the biggest East German guard who appears to be in charge and ask him what do I do. He says pay 5 marks, I give him 5 west German marks, he stamps my visa and says we can go, then everyone is yelling at me, I can’t give him west Germany money and so on…
Definitely cheaper and more interesting than taking the train.
 
I got mine on the way to Berlin from Hannover. We got a ride from a mitfahrencentral and there was the west Germany driver, my friend from Berlin and someone with a west German work permit and me.
When we got to the border the woman choose the German only lane despite the contraband auslander, me.
It was snowing. We put our passports on an outdoor conveyor belt which slowly made its way to a guard post. There were endless cars behind us.
They wouldn’t let us go on because I didn’t have a visa. Huge argument erupted with west Germans going “we built this road” and so on in German.
The armed guards in the guard towers are all intensely watching.
People behind us definitely not happy. After 45 min with everyone’s passports and us in the snow, I pick the biggest East German guard who appears to be in charge and ask him what do I do. He says pay 5 marks, I give him 5 west German marks, he stamps my visa and says we can go, then everyone is yelling at me, I can’t give him west Germany money and so on…
Definitely cheaper and more interesting than taking the train.
Mine was at the same checkpoint, but in a bus full of 18 yos. I remember being unnerved sitting on felt like no man’s land, with guards in the towers and circling the bus with dogs while they had our passports. I remember that moment when I realized why the grass between the tank barricades was so tall…

A friend relayed a similar story of being shaken down routinely in Montenegro. He travelled through there by car for work often and said he’d be routinely stopped for no particular reason. He’d just put a 20 Euro bill in his passport. They’d go away and come back and hand his passport back and send him on his way. No ticket but 20 euro lighter.
 
Thinking of the Cold War as the good ol daze…

And feeling nostalgic abt the feeling of impending nuclear war…

(Reading east and West German stories above)
 
I'm so old I remember the Virtual Boy being the laughable excuse of what we thought virtual reality was.
 
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