Longtime friend Joe Repp sent me a package last week to return a long-forgotten VHS movie I lent him and he included some magazine clippings and this chunk of the Berlin Wall.
This concrete was poured in the autumn of my junior year in high school and I remember quite vividly the Wall going up. I remember even more vividly the joy of seeing the Wall come down.
The Cold War was ending and we thought life would be free of global tension from then on. We hadn’t counted on the extent to which the Soviet Union had kept old tribal hatreds in check and how much hatred there was in the Muslim world.
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