CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
It’s a warm Saturday afternoon in early September. You’re brewing a pot of coffee on the stove and listening to the radio. Prints of the photographs you took the previous week at the Hamburger Bahnhof art gallery are laid out on the kitchen table. Photographing exhibits for museums and galleries has been a lifeline for you, even if it does steal time from your own work. You haven’t looked back since Kerstin got you a first commission at the Pergamon Museum just before the Wall came down.
Your son, Kwan, is sitting at the far end of the kitchen table, drawing a picture of an aeroplane. He’s just back from his Saturday morning visit to his father and paternal grandmother at the apartment they share in Friedrichshain. Just as the coffee pot starts to whistle, the ring of
