November 9th 1989

Today the Doctor and I decided to have a history lesson. So where did we go? Germany. November 9th 1989. Now, I was actually alive on this date, but I was 15 and in Chiswick and the events which occurred in Germany, or more specifically Berlin, meant absolutely nothing to me in my selfish little world.

But today, we arrived at, oh, 11am? Spent the day in West Germany. I even made an effort to fit in, look:



Anyway, so the Doctor and I hung around in West Germany for a few hours, speaking with locals, finding out about life with the wall. We had landed on the "good side" meaning that there was no communism, and people were relatively happy.

As it grew dark, the Doctor and I joined our new friend Ralf and Ingrid to watch a press conference given by Günter Schabowski who announced in a live broadcast international press conference that, effectively, all rules for travelling abroad were lifted, in effect "immediately". The Doctor then explained to me that this was a misunderstanding, and that Schabowski was handed a note that said that East Berliners would be allowed to cross the border with proper permission but given no further instructions on how to handle the information. These regulations had only been completed a few hours earlier and were to take effect the following day, so as to allow time to inform the border guards. Nothing was supposed to happen until November 10th.

The Doctor grinned at me, that grin which says "Here we are, Donna Noble, sat in the middle of History itself." and luckily at this point I was happy that, unlike Pompeii, we'd had nothing to do with it (though he later informed me that he had, in his past, with Rose, helped persuade them to lift the ban on travelling. That could really only be expected though).

He dragged me out onto the street and in the direction of the wall, where they'd already begun pulling it down. The Doctor took this photo:



It really WAS brilliant to watch!

Hacking

I hid that TV, Donna's just the only one pushy enough to find it.

Not that.. that's a bad thing. No brilliant thing, lovely Donna is. Oh yes. And just because I don't laugh like a dying hyena doesn't mean I don't find things funny.

And the chickens were brilliant.

Here's a sign she missed, even though I am fairly convinced you'd have to be a master in Grenvese yoga to master some of these.



And for the record. I don't sing.

This is the Doctor by the way. And Donna's never flying the TARDIS again.

Hacking

Donna didn't give me her password I figured it out for myself. Yes, I am just that brilliant. Though, well, to be fair it wasn't all that hard to figure out. Just a basic knowledge of Donna Noble would make it obvious that her password is clearly... oh, I suppose I shouldn't tell everyone. Not everyone HAS a basic knowledge of Donna Noble. Anyway, I digress, tend to do that from time to time.

Oh yes, this is the Doctor by the way. I presume no other introduction is necessary. You can look me up in the gigantic library in the sky... though, actually, don't recommend going there. Ever. Got a bit of an infestation problem.

Anyway (trying that again), Donna screams too much. Really, the cold is nothing to get worked up over, now I understand that her human physiology is a bit more rubbish than mine is, being superior and all, but still, she's got that lovely coat that should keep her all bundled up, not to mention sixteen other pieces of luggage filled with everything under all the suns.

And I only send her away to protect her. Is that such a hard concept? I mean really, I do all these amazingly self sacrificing things for these people and all they ever do is whinge away about being left behind!

But the TARDIS loves you too Donna, I asked. She said you're one her favourite companions ever. She never quite forgave Romana for putting a hole in the console.