Near midnight she pedals her rented bike past Checkpoint Charlie. Vacant, but suitably restored, the off-white, utilitarian guard box occupies the middle of the street, protected from a barrage of... [+]

On the days I visited the care center, I’d walk past this used bookshop on a quiet sidestreet. There were these four books in the shop window that always caught my eye. Other books would come and... [+]

I am waiting for Bernard. He should have been here at 10:30, and it’s already 10:32. Something is wrong. Bernard is never late. When I’m even a tiny bit slow in getting to our daily game... [+]