The Washington Post, November 19th, 1989
WHEN THE WALL went up, I was serving at the British Embassy in Bonn and flew to Berlin with a colleague to take a look. As we stood at the Wall, he told me to wipe the grin off my face. I wasn't aware I was grinning and I certainly didn't find anything to grin about in what I saw, so I expect it was one of those soupy grins of embarrassment that come over people at extremely solemn moments, like funerals, or having lunch with Margaret Thatcher. The Wall was without doubt the most disgusting symbol of political failure I had seen and, as good luck would have it, I was looking for a book at the ...
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