Friday, Sep. 06, 1963

A Cold War Fairy Tale

The gentle, wooded hills framing the East German village of Mupperg are ideal for a Sunday stroll but disfigured by a fearsome scar--the 500-yd.-wide death strip sealing off East from West. Guarded by Grepos (Communist border police) with orders to shoot anything that moves, the no man's land is sown with mines and foot traps, every one tightly laced with three rows of barbed wire.

To blond little Peter Eichhorn, 2 1/2 years old and toddling through the woods beside his twelve-year-old brother, the cold war did not exist. He was aware only of the grass tickling his legs, the fun-crunch of dry leaves, the scent of pine needles, the zigzag flight of a butterfly. Suddenly, during an unguarded moment, Peter dashed off, bent on exploration and discovery. By the time his brother noticed and began searching for him, the tiny tot was beyond recall, happily lost in the thickets and forest leading to the death strip.

Three hours later, on the other side of the East-West barrier, a West German couple enjoying an afternoon walk came upon a little boy curled up in the grass sound asleep. His face was dirt-smudged, he had lost one shoe, there was a scratch on his cheek--but otherwise he seemed all right. The youngest East German refugee evidently had crossed the Iron Curtain with the ease of Br'er Rabbit skipping through the briar patch, somehow missing the mines and the gaze of the Grepos. When he woke up, he could only say: "Ich heisse Peter [My name is Peter]."

That night the boy's frantic father, a small farmer, telephoned across the border from Mupperg, asking if anyone had seen his lost son, and was told that the boy would be returned soon. Taken to an orphanage in Coburg, the runaway had a party thrown in his honor, was showered with lollipops, bananas, toys and clothing--rare luxuries for an East zone child. Two days later, bundled into the interzonal train and stuffed with goodies, Peter was returned, past embarrassed Grepos to his parents--and a Communist world he doesn't yet understand.

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