On Ku’damm

I saw her on Kurfurstendamm on Friday. She couldn’t be much older than I am but she seemed smaller, less imposing, in spite of the short black hair, obviously and aggressively dyed, and the blurry black lines around her eyes, … Continue reading

Money and Houses

When he left Russia his pockets were full of czarist rubles, a worthless souvenir. He never really trusted paper money again. When he was flush, he bought silver dollars. They would always be worth something. The paper stuff was like … Continue reading