A few years ago I visited Berlin for a business meeting. First time to the city.
I grew up during the Cold War, which was always threatening to heat up. We hunkered under our wooden school desks to prepare for the blast wave of a thermonuclear attack. Even at the age of 10, I recognized the lunacy of that act.
Over five decades later, I found myself wandering the streets of the city that epitomized the degree of divisiveness in the world at that time. A city, and a whole country, cut in half. The west represented the democratic allies from World War II, and the east represented the communist countries forming what was known as the Soviet Bloc.
These two ideologies were mutually exclusive, alternate forms of government founded on alternate views of reality. Like matter and antimatter, when they might come into contact they would annihilate each other. Or threaten to.



