Postcard...

first moment at wall

loud people around

photo snaps being taken

cold wind blowing

warm sun all around

cars driving by and horns honking

I am now standing on something that change the course of history for one nation and the worlds around it. My foot is placed on the lives of people who were oppressed for about appeared to be democracy. I am standing on cement that was ripped my the hands of the desperate praying in their minds, in their eyes and with each hit that freedom would ring, that their lives and the lives of the other side would survive. This is my moment, I am now a part of this wall because this wall just took apart of me.