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Today we traveled as a class to the Brandenburg Gate.
I imagined I saw so clearly Reagan yelling at Gorbachev. And then my mind rushed to three years later, when people were sitting on the Wall, humming along to Beethoven’s 9th.
I wish I could have been there.
Later on, I traveled to the Pergammon Museum. In Berlin, more than any other city, I’ve felt a deeper connection to history. The ruins, the monumental friezes and columns, great art that I seem to understand here. Maybe it’s just the culmination of the trip. I’d like to think it’s not.
