As they say, life is always stranger than fiction.
In retrospect, the 11-by-4 foot concrete slab I came across in a sculpture garden belonging to Lord Palumbo of Great Britain (preview of coming attractions) doesn’t seem so macabre after all.
Ironically, continuing the life-stranger-than-fiction premise, I encountered this single piece of the infamous wall two days ago, on August 13th, exactly fifty-two years after the one-hundred mile wall was erected overnight while Berliners slept. East and West Berliners awoke the morning of August 13, 1961 to a new world order that lasted 28 years. I can only imagine the shock.
I was ten when the Cold War between democracy and communism erupted in Germany. I remember the Fallout Shelters, the duck-and-cover drills; I remember growing up with the fear of nuclear-age annihilation, too.
Today, what’s left of that wall transcends the Cold War. Seeing that broken, graffitied symbol
of the Cold War resting five thousand miles from its home, the wall now seems more a symbol of the freedom it sought to contain.
Sadly, there's a new war today, the boundaries as nebulous as the enemy.