The Berlin Wall

H Herbert Nehrlich Herbert Nehrlich
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It was the day after, John Kennedy had uncharacteristically loud, shouted the unforgettable and oft misquoted words 'Ich bin ein Berliner', words that echoed back from the remnants of a wall that had been built with capitalist materials and communist anger. Gorbatschov sat in the Sauna of his datscha, partaking liberally of near-frozen Vodka, pure, while sweating in the name of the people and humanity. The loudspeaker crackled to life, and the hiss of the water Aufguss could not drown them out, these historical doves, so rare. Later, when the actor turned prez threw down the gauntlet, loudly, with the flushed cheeks of anger and righteous indignation, 'Mr. Gorbatschov, tear down this wall', the entire world applauded, though some did not mean it at all. But I do think that the wall was torn down in its entirety, that day in the Sauna.

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