On a cold Chicago evening, I waited for a bus at the Western Brown Line public transit hub. I was vaguely aware of the slab of concrete that towered over my shoulder. As I stared down Western Ave shivering, the plaque bearing the name, The Berlin Wall, jumped into focus and I was shocked to realize I was standing in the shadow of history. A portion of the wall was given to Chicago by Germany in 2008. After 12 1/2 years, Chicago continues to surprise me.