Why We Crossed Over
Before the border of East Berlin was sealed, the citizens of that beleaguered place, in increasing number, were making up their minds to escape. In the brave, candid statements that follow, we understand why.
Before the border of East Berlin was sealed, the citizens of that beleaguered place, in increasing number, were making up their minds to escape. In the brave, candid statements that follow, we understand why.
Over the years, The Atlantic has taken special pleasure in introducing the work of new writers. In the field of nonfiction we have published a succession of autobiographical narratives, the true stories of men and women who have shared with the reader the truth, the humor—and the difficulties—of a singular experience. Occasionally, as in this instance, the author prefers to remain anonymous. It is sufficient to say that he is a New Yorker who once taught school and who bas been the assistant editor of an industrial newspaper for some years.
"'Mother,' I said quietly, 'remember the greatest Man who ever lived was a Jew – Jesus.' That held her for a minute. 'Yes,' she murmured, 'it is the great paradox.'"
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