The apartment we’re staying in overlooks the Wannsee, the great body of water that cuts through Berlin’s westernmost precincts. Each morning we throw back the drapes, and beyond the sloping lawn, beyond the boats in their slips, the lake is there to greet us, sometimes glittering in chilly sunlight, at other times-like today, because snow is falling-enveloped in wintry gloom.
The lake is narrow at this end. From our bedroom window...
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