You may have noticed that STC #124 is heavily focused on the lyrics, so I decided to provide a rough translation for you. The specific story told in Kettcar's song might be fictional, as far as I am able to tell. But many families, some I know personally, fled the socialist GDR for the West, one route being through Hungary and Austria, Hungary being one of the few countries people in the GDR were allowed to travel to before the Fall of the Berlin Wall in late '89. Summer of '89 (He cut holes into the fence) It was the summer of '89. The 12th of August. He started in Hamburg in his old sky-blue Ford Granada Kassel Mountains, Würzburg, Nuremberg, Linz, Vienna he left behind The destination was the Burgenland, the Austro-Hungarian border In Mattersburg he got the best bolt cutter money could buy almost 400 Schilling In Mörbisch on the Lake he checked in the Petershof Inn, bought a kebab and waited for the night. Shortly after 1am, a knock on the door The liaison man gave him a letter and left again without a word He memorised the letter and set off on foot down the Ödenburger Straße, past the last streetlights and just before the turn onto the field path to the right and all the way to the end the last hundred meters on through the tall grass into the small grove Wait for the 3.30am border patrol flashlight out: three times short, twice long and then on the clearing he saw them They came Running It was the summer of '89, a flight at early dawn, he was the guy sneaking through the night, cutting holes into the fence At a Hungarian border At the first light of day Only a bolt cutter needed for holes in the fence in the summer of '89 When they were through the fence they ran as quickly as the children allowed to the first streetlights 14 people, three families No champagne popping, no cheerful confetti shower only great relief and even greater exhaustion They went together to the bus station sat on the benches and waited for the 6.22am bus to Vienna They hardly spoke because of their exhaustion only once a child asked him what the text on his Dead Kennedys T-shirt meant When the bus arrived on time he gave one father his map of Vienna with the circled address of the German embassy He divided his last Schillings between the three families and wished them all a good life They thanked him under tears again and again for everything in a language and dialect he hardly understood He suspected at the time that it was Saxon It was the summer of '89... Back in Hamburg, the big on-the-one-hand-on-the-other-hand discussion around the kitchen table of the shared flat with his friends On the one hand, what he did had of course been well intended because of the families and all that But on the other hand, German reunification would be - and that's what events in recent weeks pointed towards - a big mistake Germany should never again form a powerhouse in the centre of Europe and such assistance for fleeing GDR citizens would only help to further destabilise the situation "So, as we said, what you did was humanly understandable but nonetheless wrong" He slammed his hand on the table and said as softly as was able to: "You know that is bullshit They leave everything behind, they flee and maybe..." He paused briefly and thought if he should really say the next sentence. But not a word more Complete silence set in The others exchanged glances, some smiled furtively somebody even put their hand softly on his shoulder The seconds passed He got up, left the room Jacket, door, stairwell, air He took his old Ford Granada and was never seen again The rest is history. It was the summer of '89, a flight at early dawn It was the summer of '89, and he cut holes into the fence They came for kiwis and bananas for Constitution and free elections for real estate without value They came for Udo Lindenberg for the Volkswagen with seven seats for the bad jokes about East Germans They came for travels around the world for benefits and welcome money They came for sayings about “superior West Germans” for the new fitted kitchen. And precisely for this dream he cut holes into the fence.