The dawn rises rosy-fingered over the Brandenburg Gate. A golden rope stretched from east to west between the pillars of the gate shimmers in the dawn's early light. Above the monument, perched on a soft white cloud, is the Heavenly Choir, which to Beethoven's music sings:

Freude schoner Gotterjunken

Tochter aus Elysium...etc.

In step to the anthem, the leaders of East and West approach the Gate.

From the West comes President Kennedy, with his regal wife, and splendid children; then the Queen of England, God bless her, with Prince Philip; President de Gaulle, alone; Adenauer and Willy Brandt; and finally various and sundry NATO allies, professors and military men.

From the East come Premier Khrushchev, Mao Tse Tung, the East European and Asian comrades; and Hoxha of Albania, alone. Their collective faces are grim; their collective gait resolute; their demeanor stern.

Before taking up its positions on the rope, the Socialist tam huddles for a brief four-hour address by Nikita Sergeyevich:

Comrades! we are here to engage in a peaceful competition with the aggressive capitalists! Our victory is inevitable! Only last year the Soviet Union surpassed the United States in trade with Poland (applause). The Soviet pennant flies on the moon (cheers)> Yet the Soviet Union seeks only one thing. And what is that thing, comrades?

Mao (enthusiastically): Power!

Khrushchev (kicking Mao): And what is that thing, comrades?

Comrades (loudly): Peace!

Khrushchev: Yes, comrades, in its relations with socialist nations the Soviet Union seeks only...

Comrades (wildly): Peace!

Khrush: And in its relations with the new nations, the Soviet Union seeks...

Comrades (fiercely): Peace!