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264 pages, Hardcover
First published March 4, 2014
"There is a line between us, a wall. It is wide as a river; it has teeth. It is barbed and trenched and lit and piped and mesed and bricked--155 kilometers of wrong. There are dogs, there are watchtowers, there are men, there are guns, there are blares, but this is West Berlin, the Kreuzberg Kiez, Post Office Sudost 3, and we're free."
"When the magpies are out, they stripe the night. When the moon is lit, it finds me."
"She has pink hair, a big pop of Bazooka color. She cuts it straight across, Cleopatra style, with scissors that she borrows from the co-op. Out in the night she shines like some West Berliner planet."
"And you're listening to her. You're listening, and so is everyone else, and afterward, after Ada has spent the day she's been allowed to spend and the half-zone of night, you can think of nothing but her at the Eisfabrik on Köpenicker Strasse. You work the boiler house and the engine room remembering her kisses. You check on the cork between the walls and think of her slender weight on you."
