IT was a dream come true, when just a few days before my birthday, Fran and I returned to the section of the Austro-Hungarian border, where a piece of the old Iron Curtain still stands.
Not much more than a souvenir of a bygone era, at a crossing which isn't even attended by border guards anymore. Just outside Sopron, at the site of the Pan-European Picnic of 1989, when thousands of East Germans busted through the barriers, abandoning hundreds of old Trabant cars on the Hungarian side of the border.
I have long planned to commemorate our family's past as refugees, who also left Hungary not very far from this spot and on this day we did. Find out how, by running the video clip.
