I walked past her hundreds of times in the morning without looking at her. Didn’t I care about her? It’s November 20th. The night from Sunday to Monday and I’m standing in front of a telephone booth in Hamburg at minus four degrees and staring at the telephone booth through the film of drizzle on my glasses. Normally I’d be warm, at home on the couch, probably on my phone. On the very device whose widespread introduction in 1992 heralded the end of the telephone booth era. That end is reached tonight.
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