Four years ago we sat rapt on the edge of our seats. Remember Mr. Obama’s 2009 visit to Berlin? The huge adoring crowds that evoked the ghost of John F. Kennedy and “Ich bin ein Berliner”? Today he’d be lucky to fill a bus with Teutonic fans or, if they did appear, to be heard over their guttural jeering. The disappointment that all Americans may be harboring over the Obama term is nothing compared with the garland-wrenching grief in Europe. It’s not the disappointment; it’s the hope we can’t bear.