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[...] Katharina and her friends drink it in the KDW department store and are mean enough to walk out without paying. Half their money and their parents’ money has been vaporized in the course of the historical reform, so are they expected on top of that to shell out as much for a piece of cake as they did once for Kant’s Eternal Peace? Do the Wessies really believe in money as a measure of worth? think the young things, and shake their heads, and their long, dangling hair worn loose shakes along, adding to the expression of their puzzlement. We’re young, let’s be beautiful too, they say, what’s the point of a lace bra when we’re old and wrinkled. Who knows if we’ll even live that long. The important thing is no sign of guilt on the face. Catch the eye of the salesperson, while the hands are busy elsewhere. And — because there is honor among thieves, and principles among shoplifters — don’t steal from small stores, where the goods and prices might mean something to the owner. But supermarkets, drugstores, chains, they’re all fair game.

—p.270 by Jenny Erpenbeck 2 weeks, 1 day ago

If I leave my family, Hans says to Katharina, you have to promise you’ll always be with me.

If you want to be with me, then be with me. But it’s not a trade.

I don’t know what’ll happen.

You have to want it.

I can’t go into a void.

What void?

—p.273 by Jenny Erpenbeck 2 weeks, 1 day ago

The silence lasts just one second in which at midnight between 1991 and 1992 the East German frequencies give up the ghost. Hans is sitting in front of the radio at Katharina’s and takes in the very short silence with which his past life is lopped off. It was a little like that moment in La bohème where Mimì dies, and none of her friends notices. It is his first time celebrating New Year’s with Katharina, because Ingrid has to keep company with her mother, who is poorly. Katharina is in jeans and slippers. But at least she’s sprinkled some confetti on the table and poured some Rotkäppchen. It just happens so casually, says Hans. Because dying isn’t much really. It’s just something ceasing to be.

—p.280 by Jenny Erpenbeck 2 weeks, 1 day ago

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