CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
These days, Torsten isn’t just a Leipzig gallerist. He has a new gallery in the Mitte area of Berlin too. You meet him in a nearby café where he’s well known and well liked. “Hey, Torsten,” people shout, as he pushes through the door bundled up in an overcoat, and tips his signature Fedora at you.
“My idea is to cover as much territory as possible,” you tell him when he’s ordered coffees for you both. “I want to show two worlds – or two ways of seeing the same world. I want to use my images to show one side, and the Stasi’s images to show the other. I suppose part of what I want to do is show what we’ve lost as well as what we’ve gained.”
Torsten sips his coffee. He’s a bear of a man these days. Married to Lucie. Two kids. A conventional life. But still ready to tak
