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Lunchtime...
In the international arena...
Templehof is closing... I have a lot of memories of that place. I arrived there in the summer of 1969, and left on a cold winter day in January of 1972. I lived there, I worked there, it was my home away from home while I worked as a 'spook' (a spy/intelligence analyst specialist) during the cold war. It was there I experienced the Nixon years, a plunging dollar, wage-price freeze, and I saw the Berlin Wall. A lot of memories.
Templehof is closing... I have a lot of memories of that place. I arrived there in the summer of 1969, and left on a cold winter day in January of 1972. I lived there, I worked there, it was my home away from home while I worked as a 'spook' (a spy/intelligence analyst specialist) during the cold war. It was there I experienced the Nixon years, a plunging dollar, wage-price freeze, and I saw the Berlin Wall. A lot of memories.