west of the elbe, runs the river rhine.he river of the gods and romans, christians and pagans, freedom and slaves, a river with a history of strife. it runs for the heartland of europe, the continent so long toward that only dreamers like charlemagne could dream of it as a peaceful place. but in spite of the bloodshed, most of it so recent, one europe is at last becoming a fact. born out of the very dragons teeth of war. harvest from the seat of europe's own destruction. 1945, and the end of another european war. who has won, when in fact all have lost? they wore in which more civilians died in fighting in, not in hundreds, but millions. they always were spared the aftermath. much is gone forever. and what is in its place? and the aftermath , near existence. an undamaged roof made a palace. a loaf of bread, a banquet. whatever.ine of with what a europe to grow up in. a black market or even pride was for sale to the highest bidder. iraqi and of self-respect and human values hearkened back to the jungle. but it order that the