I remember on one of our trips into East Berlin, behind the wall, about 15 of us went to dinner in supposedly the East's most expensive restaurant atop a skyrise. It felt weird knowing that most East Berliners have never been there. Of course, to us, with the mark rate it was very cheap for us and we pigged out with no shame.
But a highlight was when the pianist played a perfect versions of Hawaiian songs for us... now I KNOW he has never been allowed out of the East, how would he know how? We gave him big tips.

I still have the menu from that restaurant.
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