Exquisite Things

NEW YORK TIMES CLASSIFIED ADS

Hello Homer,

I find myself in Berlin, on the west side of a wall that divides a city and a people. Everything here feels cold and sharp.

More a gray blade than a city. It suits me. I feel divided from myself too. At home among a people devastated by war and guilt.

Don’t come find me. The wall that divides us is there for a reason. East and west, perhaps, were never meant to meet.

Ludwig van Beethoven