The Wistful Mirror
Act I The gentrification of Friedrichshain was a slow hemorrhage, visible in the peeling paint of the rented rooms and the silence of the empty lots. In the ward, evictions were not events but a constant, low-frequency hum, a bureaucratic grind that left the material world stripped to its studs. Ernst Hoffmann, a school janitor on his summer shift, stood in the backroom of a pub where darts had...
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