One October day in 1989, I dropped in at a bar on Leipziger Strasse in Communist East Berlin. I’d crossed from West Berlin into the East for a prearranged meeting with Bärbel Bohley, a leader of the anti-Communist resistance. His words confirmed it: “Guten Tag, Herr Petty.” Hoping to shake him, I said I was returning to West Berlin. As I began to cross into West Berlin, I glanced back. “For 40 years, the seeds of democracy in Eastern Europe lay dormant, buried under the frozen tundra of the Cold War,” Bush said.