In contrast to the shattering sound of gunshot, followed by deathly silence, that came out of the mire of East Berlin's crumbling heart, it was the voice of President Kennedy, the orchestrated dissent of Pink Floyd, and the advertising jingles of an endless array of consumer goods that jockeyed carefree on radio and TV waves into the abyss of the Berlin Mauer.
With every raucous echo, West Berlin appeared to flamboyantly celebrate its economic progress and personal freedom, while displaying all the vibrant difference and divergence that was gradually—if somewhat anarchistically—emerging under the tolerating noses of the Allies reconstruction plan. Even the growing cacophony of an ever quarrelsome European Union appeared to harbour greater cultural and political diversity in security, and that was not even considering the consumerist lifestyle it afforded.
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