ABSTRACT
Visitors to Berlin used to climb observatio n platfor ms on the Western side of the Wall and look eastwards across Hitler’s divided capital. The wall was in reality two walls separated by a no-man’s land and guarded by watch towers. The area between the two walls looked uncannily like a concentration camp as if a bit of Auschwitz had been scratched across the face of the Reich capital. From the platform near what was once the Potsdamer Platz they could see the bunker in which Hitler died. Its massive concrete slabs resisted post-war attempts to blow it up and huge fragments of concrete pushed the soil into large mounds. There was something deeply right about the isolation of that bunker; a symbol which the destruction of the wall has inadvertently removed. Hitler’s last monument rested in a place where nobody went. His tomb, cut off from humanity, was surrounded by the symbols of fear and oppression which his regime brought to mankind, a pile of rubble in an empty field.
