Crying policemen. Stinking traffic jams of East German Trabis on the posh streets of West Berlin. Strangers falling into each others’ arms. The night of Nov. 9, 1989 was unforgettable. A look into the SPIEGEL archives brings the historic day to life. Wearing nothing but a coat over his pajamas, the man spoke rapidly in his thick Berlin accent: “We live on Bornholmer Street, in the East,...