I took the tram and the bus to get to the Stasi prison, which lies unexpectedly in a residential suburb.
Barb wire laced the walls and turrets surrounded the red brick prison building,
I listened to our guides recount of torture in their cells as we walked through the corridors.
The linoleum on the corridor floor was a clue of what I would find as we entered the interrogation rooms.
The unexpected sight of the patterned wallpapers on the walls and the net curtains was a stark contrast to the conditions we had previously seen in the cells and this false recreated  normality and domesticity and left an impression on me.