"..Luckily, the horse stops when her foot grazes the ground.Her legs are scratched instead of broken. She stands and dusts off, burrs littering her hair. Then, she sees it— miles of concrete, barbed wire, and electrical fences, lining the River Spree. The Berlin Wall up close, separating east from west, sisters from brothers. The view weeps with humidity, and she with the gravity of what she feels. The horse drinks from the river...”                                                                             - Chasing Mercury, Chapter 7, The River Spree, August 1973