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6. Marcelle Bittar, Berlin, Vogue Paris, 2001

“You stop midway between two worlds while an East German guard. his Russian-style carbine slung over his shoulder, ogles you through binoculars. Then your foot touches the accelerator, and you’ve left Checkpoint Charlie and West Berlin. The heavy, candy-striped steel crossbar goes up, and you show your passport at the gate. I had done this hundreds of times before, but this time was different…” – Welles Hangen, Germany, 1967