Had to happen.
I remember the Berlin Wall falling so well. We had lived in Moscow until 1988 and to see the whole Eastern Bloc collapse was astonishing and exhilarating - the first real geopolitical event I even began to understand.
This rather poignant scene in the Royal Palace in Potsdam, which I saw yesterday, is a reminder of the brutal end of that brutal war which led to four decades of Communist dictatorship in Eastern Europe.
Within my lifetime these places - which now seem the quintessence of freedom - were loving under an almost indescribable tyranny. Thank God for Nato. (Very tempted by some Nato stash.)
Interesting that they’re selling front pages of @thetimes from the momentous two days when the Wall fell and freedom came to Eastern Europe (and my dad missed being a part of this enormous story, having left the USSR only a year before 😢).
Also selling these though. 😡
Given the mass murder perpetrated in this place following his wicked ideology that’s in rather poor taste. (The museum, however, is excellent, with none of the moral ambiguity you’d expect to see in our museums these days.)
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