Friday, November 14 - Berlin Wall

Braum, a Russian photographer, was there when the wall came down. He took pictures of colleges of students bash the wall with their bare hands. He took each and everyone of the moments. There was an emotion spread throughout the crowd with each piece falling. Was it memories of pain? Was it relief? Was it anger? Was it joy? Was it ready for Freddy?

Braum did not know. He was a simple photographer, documenting the wall. Picture after picture, Braum found himself immersed himself in the crowd. The wall was finally going down. The germans will be united again. Braum found himself in a very unique position. As a USSR citizen, he had a duty to the motherland.

But, as he thinks about it, Braum doesn't like it. The USSR is failing. It's citizens are not happy. Entire regions are speaking of becoming their own countries. The soviet union is falling. The wall is falling. The crowds are cheering. And so is Braum.

Braum looks at his soviet made camera and stares long and hard... and he drops it. He doesn't even look at it. All Braum does is head west. West to a new life.