The man offered his sister for the afternoon, in exchange for my pullover. I don’t think it was the fawn colour that attracted him, but that it was made from lamb’s wool. I was loitering in the concourse of East Berlin’s main railway station, awaiting a friend. When Heinz joined me and we made for the exit, he approached me again; showed a photo of a pretty girl. My answer was the same. All my garments had been listed when I passed through Checkpoint Charlie. To return without my sweater would have led to a prison term. Otherwise I …
Neville Hunt about 6 years ago
Saw this on today's Drabble of the Day. It's terrific and made particularly poignant by the fact tat it's a true story. Sorry I missed it a year ago.