Escape To West Germany

We are hoping for fog and a moonless night. Approaching the border to the West and its freedom, we begin to get scared. There are shadows, some moving. And sinister shapes are probably hidden and waiting to pounce. The river looks hostile and cold, uninviting. But, strangely, must be full of promise. Freedom for sale, or just for the asking? The plunge may just be the final splash of a tortured soul. The danger has passed, the landing subdued. What we just have done deserves admiration. Yet we're only wondering why the mountain, thus conquered appears now so small.