Parallels between Dublin and East Berlin became clear when hacks taking us for Osties began to ask for interviews, writes ANN MARIE HOURIHANE

YOU KNOW those columns where boring old hacks reminisce about times gone by, the fascinating events they have lived through and how right the boring old hack has always been about everything? Well this is one of those columns. By rights it should be delivered from the book-lined reading room of some old colonialists’ club, with me swigging whiskey and soda and you furtively ordering a cab. Instead I’m on a computer, and you might be too. Luckily, smugness does not change with the fashions. The thing is, I was in Berlin when the Berlin Wall came down.

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