I keep my piece of the Berlin Wall on my nightstand.
My partner was born on a British military base near Berlin and was there when the wall came down; she was just over 2 years old. She remembers being on her dad’s shoulders, striking the wall with a hammer. Her family honoured me by giving me the humble piece I have today.
I keep it close as a reminder that division, in the name of ideology, is overcome by enlightened minds and their conviction that united, we’re better off.
30 years ago we celebrated the wall coming down, today it is stunning that we tolerate a culture that thinks building new walls is the solution.
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