This is, I think, the 20th Anniversary of the Fall of the Wall. I was in Quebec watching it unfold as I ate my breakfast in front of the television. I wept. Twenty years later I am in Nova Scotia. There is some of the wall a few blocks away from my apartment. So I trotted over before breakfast and took these pictures. The sign is a bit worse for wear, tags have been sprayed, but here it is, what is left. We bring some walls down and we build others up. We are slow learners.
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Yes, I remember that, right after the Fall, you could buy bits of the Berlin Wall as souvenirs. (Or at least, what the promoters SAID were bits of the Berlin Wall, who really knows for sure?)
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