As I read this weekend of the demonstrations in Myanmar with excitement and worry. I recalled Nov. 9, 1989. A German expat acquaintance told me it would happen, about 3 weeks before. I thought "Dream on, Karl." Then came the images of the Wall falling. I met a Romanian who was in the crowd at the very first uprising against the police. "We were just ordinary people in the square after church", he told me. "We went home and took whatever was at hand."