Yes, I remember as a twelve year old the family staring in silent shock as the black and white TV relayed news of JFK's assassination into our living room. Even as a child I was aware we were on the brink of imminent nuclear destruction. There didn't seem much point in striving for anything as we were all going to be blow up anyway with just a three minute warning to take cover. Nuclear Armageddon was a very tangible threat during my schooldays. Yet twenty-six years later I found myself standing at the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin cheering its collapse and all that it symbolised. After a life under the terror, I simply had to be there.