My wife's uncle was at the border when the wall came down. It just happened that they were down the area where he had been wounded on his retreat . The town was just across the border in E-Germany. So seeing as they could freely move across the border in they went (most assuredly he wouldn't have attempted this in DDR days). He said the town was just as he remembered it, in 1945. Down to the paint ( what was left) on the buildings.
In 2007 my wife and I finally got to Berlin. So we went off to Check Point Charlie to see the site and the museum there. As my wife was looking across the street to what would have been East Berlin, she suddenly bolted across the street and muttered something about I have to go. I ran over behind her and asked her what the matter was, she was peering back into what was West Berlin, looked around some more at East Berlin, smiled gently and with a far away look in her eyes said, " They can't touch me now". Amazing what can stick in a not quite two (2) year old mind, to come popping out 62 years later. Yes she was refuge in that time and there was some adventure in getting to the west.