Word: ernstli
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...last time West Berliners saw their lord mayor in public was at the end of an evening of Wagner in their Municipal Opera House. The last chord of the Gotterdämmerung had ebbed, the lights were up, the audience rose to go. Burly, hunched Ernst Reuter still sat in his center loge, his eyes bright, abstractedly beating time with nicotine-stained forefinger to some passage of the music that had died. Two days later Ernst Reuter, rumpled, undaunted hero of the cold war, died at his modest home of a heart attack...
Commissar. Ernst Reuter was the symbol of his city's will to be free, and of his nation's will to unite. He stood where worlds collide, and was not dwarfed; he gazed down the cannon's throat and refused to be afraid. West Berlin is still a far-flung outpost, tempest-lashed in a Red sea. Cold war is its way of life and the Iron Curtain its backyard fence, yet in five years as mayor, Reuter refused to accept his city as an island. "Call it a spearhead," he said with a faint grin...
...Hitler and was twice put into concentration camp by the Nazis. When he got out he took refuge in London (where he learned his fluent and colorful English), then skipped to Turkey, where he mastered the language and lectured on city government. At the end of World War II, Ernst Reuter was eking out a living in Ankara. He rushed home to Berlin...
...slouching figure, encased in flapping, light raincoat and surmounted by a cheeky black beret, soon became a familiar sight in West Berlin. Poking in the ruins with his thick, brown cane, strolling through the Tiergarten, where he would sometimes help the Haus-frauen gather sticks for their fires, Ernst Reuter became a man whom the people loved. They called him Herr Berlin...
...admiring world watched, the first moments of greatness touched the mayor of Berlin, raising him into the company of those who catch and express the spirit of their time. As Churchill's voice had rung from Britain in the dark days of 1940, so the voice of Ernst Reuter rang out from blockaded Berlin, defying the enemy, rousing the free. "Nothing is going to be conquered here-" he thundered. "This city cannot be conquered- We will defend this old Berlin with our bodies...