On his palms it was no commonplace anxiety. There was something wrong with the street despite its show of innocence; it hid terrors. 176 The bright lights of the Kurfurstendamm were no more than three minutes' walk away but he didn't want to turn his back on this mystery and take refuge there. Instead he proceeded to walk back the way he'd come slowly. The dog had now ceased its alarm and settled into silence; he had only his footsteps for company. He reached the corner of the first alleyway and... read more
