I remember taking the British Military train from Hannover to West Berlin in 1988, keen to take my first glimpse of the Berlin wall separating East from West Germany.  Due to the nature of my security clearance, I was not permitted to travel into the eastern sector controlled by the Russians.  I could only visit Checkpoint Charlie, gaze across the armed barricades and wonder what life in East Germany must be like.  I climbed to a vantage point where I could see over the wall more than twice my heighth and peek through the barbed wire to catch a glimpse of this forbidden city.  I did not want to attract attention from the Other Side  for fear of losing my head to a lone sniper manning one of the sentry posts, so I had to be quick.  It took my breath away, but not in a good way.  I was deeply troubled - how did Berlin end up with this barbaric bricks-and-barbed-wire division, and how could such a manmade monstrosity ever be deconstructed? 

The simple answer was, brick by solid brick, sometimes with bare hands.  The Wall disappeared, Germany was reunited.  In East Germany, a band called Rammstein formed.  They crossed this visible divide and created music that powered through artificial manmade barriers, challenging our blinkered perceptions.  Rammstein were not confined to the geographical territory that was afforded them arbitrarily when someone drew a line on the Berlin map across streets and roads to erect a monstrous symbol of post-war politics.  Thankfully, the Wall was obliterated by the very people living in its path, and Rammstein came out of its sombre shadow to spread their music to a grateful wider world.