Winter and I have arrived in Warsaw. It is November 9, 2009, twenty years to the day since the Berlin Wall fell and I am in a gorgeous Hilton Hotel in the city that still has the scars of the 20th Century written in it's streets. The trees are bare here, the temperature hovers around 5C. A foggy rain shrouds the city. All around this hotel are the scarred foundations and empty lots from the Jewish Ghetto, destroyed in 1943 by the barbaric Nazis.
It's an eerie feeling, but this day is like any in Warsaw. My hotel is full of professional wrestlers and their groupies from a large match nearby. The lobby has men with necks the size of my waist. They are drinking at the bar, flirting with women drawn to the spectacle, and loudly proclaiming their happy personalities.
We remember this day as the end of tyranny in the East, the final chapter in a 50 year book of horror that began in 1939. Lucky those alive today who don't have to remember.