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One Germany,
One Europe,
One World
Not a week goes by when I do not think of things about Germany. In those
moments, my mind focused on the days of the late summer of 1988. For me,
those were days of endless wonders for at a young age I made my first trip to a
faraway great country. I visited the “Heart of Europe” and it left a lasting legacy
in me. Germany simply became my home away from home for six straight
weeks. My Lufthansa plane left Manila in an early Saturday evening. It got me
so excited since it was a trip of many firsts in my life! It was my first international
trip, my first flight in a 747 jet plane, and my first twenty-hour intercontinental
journey! The plane made a brief stopover in the old Hong Kong International
Airport and then flew all the long way to Frankfurt am Main. My plane arrived at
dawn in Frankfurt just as when a bright new day was about to begin for me.
After going awestruck by the sheer modernity and opulent size of the airport, I
excitedly went outside to see what Germany was liked in reality. Outside the
airport’s main door, I inhaled deeply the cool fresh air, exhaled a thick misty
breath and viewed with admiration an impressive city of sparkling skyscrapers.
My German visit was truly a breathtaking first time experience of a lifetime.
From Frankfurt, I made a connecting flight to Hannover and finally travelled in a
van to Braunschweig after being fetched by a GBF representative.
Berlin, the “City of the World”, once separated by two rival ways of life, has
assumed a truly cosmopolitan personality breathing a sophisticated culture and
a cheerful urbanity uniquely its own. When Pres. John F. Kennedy bravely
visited Berlin and spoke the famous words “Ich bin ein Berliner”, a city instantly
captured the hearts and minds of people all over the world. Suddenly everyone
including myself was a Berliner who knew fully well to which side of the divided
city he belongs. It highlighted the great divide of “Us against Them”; of a world
partitioned by the “Iron Curtain” living precariously on Détente. When I visited
Berlin for the first time in 1988, I cannot help but ponder and marvel at the
character of an occupied city; a city torn between west and east, democracy
and communism, freedom and tyranny, heaven and hell. A venerable city
sanctified by the Nordic gods with beauty, power, and nobility. I experienced
what it was like to cross into East Germany and then to enter into West Berlin.
As I and the other ITP participants toured the city striding together along the
wide sidewalks of the famous KuDam and visiting the partly destroyed Kaiser
Wilhelm Memorial Church, we saw American, British, French and Russian
soldiers and an imposing dreaded wall dividing the city. This wall of shame
stood arrogantly between the famed “Gate of Brandenburg” and me. All I can do
was to stare at the Brandenburg Gate protruding behind the wall from my place
of security within West Berlin.
In 1990, I made my second brief stay in Germany to visit GBF and attend
Biotechnica 90. Funding for this trip came through the kindness of the Carl
Duisberg Gesellschaft (CDG). After attending Biotechnica 90, I went straight to
Berlin on my own initiative for it was something that I would not miss for the
world. Something historical happened in Berlin and I simply had to be a part of
it. So I took the train from Braunschweig to Berlin in the morning of my last
weekend in Germany. As I stared outside the window of the train, I saw flashing
scenes of the great northern German plains coated in green and bathed in
sunshine. Then I remembered seeing the signpost of Magdeburg, it made me
stopped thinking and wished that I’d get to visit this city in the future for it was
where my esteemed German composer: Johann Sebastian Bach lived and died.
It was shortly before noon when I arrived in Berlin. The day was warm and
sunny with clear azure skies above. After visiting the famous Reichtag with its
famous slogan “Dem Deutschen Völke” translated as “To the German People”, I
immediately made a beeline to the Brandenburg Gate. Excitement was seething
deep in me in anticipation of what awaited me. From afar, lo and behold, I saw
the Brandenburg Gate standing majestically FREE! It was a sight that I will
never forget for as long as I live. The wall of shame that laid us asunder in 1988
was nowhere to be found in front of the gate. The Berlin Wall was finally torn
down, gone with the wind, and relegated to the dustbin of history.
I strode happily far behind the Brandenburg Gate along the famous and
spacious boulevard called “Unter den Linden Strasse” extending into the very
heart of East Berlin. My triumphant march, full of fervor, took me all the way to
the imposing monumental bronze statue of Emperor Frederick the Great. I was
in East Berlin till evening as I enjoyed and treasured every moment of that
historical day in September of 1990 as a year had not even passed since the
dreaded wall still stood and divided the city. Indeed, it was fortunate and
privileged of me to have experienced the rare chance of being in divided Berlin
in 1988 and in unified Berlin in 1990, the years between the great historical
events of 1989. If Tony Bennet left his heart in San Francisco, in Berlin I left not
only my heart but my soul as well. I will surely never forget my Berlin
experiences of 1988 and 1990 for it was indeed so great to be young then in
Germany and to be caught up at a turning point in world history. In addition, let
us not forget the major role played by our beloved Pope John Paul II in ending
communism that actually started in his home country of Poland. In closing, on
the occasion of the 20th year anniversary of the Fall of the Wall of Berlin, I am
one with the free world in celebrating a great event marking the dawn of a new
age of peace and prosperity for Berlin, Germany, Europe, and the World.