Lady I used to work with was widowed. Deceased husband was a copper here in Scotland, and had been friends with a policeman in East Germany (a hands across the water situation, IIRC.)
She and the the East-German cop became friends over time, and eventually it blossomed into romance. However, the wall was still up, so they had to plan their meetings several years in advance.
He’d been on the list for a car for a very long time, and eventually his number came up. A shiny new Trabant was his! So, after applying for permission, off he set for Glasgow by road.
Oddly, while over here, the wall came down, and suddenly he could have his pick of any old cheap car over here, the bulk of which would be vastly superior in every way to the Traby. So what did he do? Well, he promptly donated it to the Glasgow Museum of Transport (now Riverside Museum), and its still there.