“… new children are born into our torn and twisted
world every day, and each one brings the renewed message that God has not lost
faith in mankind.” Indian poet Tagore.
As I
lay on my back beneath an East German car inspecting the chassis, my fingers
traced the wooden frame. “I can’t believe you build new cars like this!”
“What
is it you do in America?” my new East German acquaintance not much older than
myself inquired.
“I
do cancer research as a university student.”
“Ahhh.”
He exhaled throttling his voice not to be overheard. “As a scientist, you would not go free from
our country. You’d get no visa.” The East German youth climbed from beneath
the pea green auto and assisted me to my feet.
I offered him sweetened chocolate in return for visiting with me though
I think he genuinely enjoyed my company.
His eyes infected mine with his desire to visit the West. My imagination of what was once an ornate
Berlin avenue prior to the World War … collapsed to a canyon of remnants from Allied
shelling. Few cars, pea green, aqua, and
brown traveled the vacant streets.