... in the dead of the night. His wife slept, fifteen inches away, on the other side of the Berlin Wall, breathing regularly . . . oblivious . . . She was turned away from him, on her side, her knees bent. How nice it would be to roll toward her and tuck his knees in behind hers and press his chest upon her back. Once they were able . . . once, when they were so close . . . they could do that without waking each other up ... in the dead of the night.