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What is defeat? Nothing but education. Nothing but the first step to something better.


Here you can see Dear Little Henry and Dear Little Ezra separated by the infamous Berlin Wall. You might be surprised to find that the Berlin Wall had a section built from wooded lattice, and indeed that Henry and Ezra were around to see it.

You can tell that the photo is an authentic old one in the way that it is in black and white. Obviously, it was taken from the perspective of the east, where everything was painted grey, and colour photographs were expressly forbidden.
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Roddy said…
You don't want these two divided by something as stupid as a wooden fence. Political differences maybe, but don't let it fester as it did with East/West Berlin.
27 September 2009 at 21:07
KL said…
Where are the guards protecting the division of the wall :-D? I bet they are with cameras taking pics of cuties like H and E, instead of guarding the division :-P
27 September 2009 at 21:26
Anonymous said…
This is a very educational post. I enjoyed it in spite of the location.
27 September 2009 at 22:45
Kris McCracken said…
It is a cruel world that we live in.
28 September 2009 at 12:19
prashant said…
I like the expression on the faces of both the lads. Ez looks in awe of his big bro, though. :-))
28 September 2009 at 14:08
Kris McCracken said…
Awe is one way of looking at it!
28 September 2009 at 14:51
Roddy said…
It almost looks like the big bloke is threatening you with the shovel and the little fella is wondering just how much damage he is going to do.
28 September 2009 at 20:43
Kris McCracken said…
That's why they built the wall: the imperialistic West!
29 September 2009 at 08:32
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