The late afternoon crowds pushed and jostled past the well-stocked shops of the Kurfurstendamm, or loafed in its sidewalk cafes over mountainous sundaes and cool drinks. The Busch Circus, set up in tents nearby, advertised a "Swedish Tarzan" and eight ferocious tigers. Along Onkel Tom Strasse* in the U.S. sector, Berliners strolled through a fragrant snowfall of locust blossoms. Plump, healthy-looking children cavorted atop West Berlin's "Mountain of Tears," a huge pile of rubble.
"Do you notice any nervousness?" asked West Berlin Mayor Ernst Reuter proudly. If there was any last week...
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