Tiene la narración ese tono propio de la mirada británica que insiste en ser demoledoramente fiel a la desnudez de los hechos (¿la objetividad?) al tiempo que quedan irremediablemente valorados en una especie de nirvana de la verdad. El comunismo se moría y Köhl estaba de parranda:
..the fall of the Berlin Wall was surprisingly accidental. When 200,000 East Germans took advantage of Hungary’s decision to open its borders and fled to the West, their communist government decided to modify the travel restrictions that imprisoned them. Asked about the timing, the unbriefed propaganda minister mumbled: “As far as I know, effective immediately.” When that was reported on television, the Berliners were off. Baffled border guards who would have shot their “comrades” a week earlier let the crowd through—and a barrier that had divided the world was soon being gleefully dismantled. West Germany’s chancellor, Helmut Kohl, was so unready for history that he was out of the country.