As we all know, this week is the 20th anniversary of the Berlin Wall coming down. I remember clearly when it happened. I don’t recall any sense of the gravity or amazing-ness of it all: as i understood it then, of course walls came down – that was what we marched / fought / protested for. No oppression was permanent. Everything was possible.
I know better now.
Except the wall came down. How bloody amazing was that?