I thought I would reach out to you, as in these times we may have forgotten what fear we had for each other. Duck and Tuck was what we did in the 1950's. The claxon would sound the alarm and each of us from each of our 20 or so classrooms would line up in the hallway and bend down with our heads against the corridor wall. Whatever protection from the "A" bomb we had were those brick walls. Now 50 years later I think about how far we were from each other and yet of all the nations only 90 miles seperate us. You are closer to us then any European nation, and it grieves us still why you still cannot trust us. (We exchanged our nations youth during those times, ancient protocols of civilian hostages from each of our nations in the 1960's.) You have many doubts and of those I can only say that with time you may come to understand why it (may?) be the time to join our two nations across the Berring Sea. Leaders build bridges. But if democracy is so confusing to you in it's childhood and early youth we may have to wait another generation before we can truly clasp hands across the sea.
And of that friendship I wait., hoping you might believe.
Steven James Leitzke