The other side of the coin

I can still remember very clearly my mother sat in front of the television on the evening of November 9, cursing and crying. Obviously I didn’t understand what was happening, but I knew it must be something very bad. 

Looking back on it today, my mother lost everything at that moment.

Looking back on it today, my mother lost everything at that moment. She had graduated from high school with very high grades, travelled to Russia and China, and had a good job at the Ministry of Economic Affairs. And suddenly there she was, 33 years old, a single parent, unemployed, having to start all over again. After reunification, she retrained as a tax assistant and still works in a tax consulting company today.