How Easy It Is To Forget

There is the sniff of an international posting for the dear hubby, which translates as an international move for the whole family.

With the first choice of all involved (well, those old enough to make such decisions) being Germany, I was perusing our very antiquated atlas this morning. The thick red line running through Germany had me stumped. A river? Auto-bahn?

Nup. The dividing line between East and West Germany!