A Voice Through Six Walls
Anna Kaufmann saw the man at Checkpoint Charlie at four twenty three in the afternoon of a Tuesday in March, and the first thing she noticed was not his uniform but his hands. He was adjusting the strap of his binoculars the way her father had adjusted his reading glasses, a small gesture, intimate and unguarded, and the gesture did not belong on a Stasi colonel. The Wall behind him was...
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