1965: What is frightening in remembering?

I was walking around in Berlin that day, crossing to the part of the city that used to be called East Berlin. I was with Pipit.

I was secretly fascinated: he was oblivious to his eccentricity, with his dark black clothes, Prussian infantry-style headgear, and his ideas that insisted on things most people ignore. Politics mainly.

Pipit Richiyat: tough, straight, stubborn. But someone who can also be funny, l