‘Question 2. In which year did the Berlin Wall come down?’ shouted the quizmaster. And then he repeated this with dramatic pauses, as quizmasters are apt to do: ‘In which year…did the Berlin Wall…come down?’
‘Oh, yeah!’ said the youngest person in our team. ‘I just got that!’
‘What?’ I said.
‘Berlin Wall!’ she said, with a huge grin on her face.
‘1989,’ hissed one of the team members. ‘Yup, 89, definitely,’ whispered another member. ‘I remember because I’d just got divorced and I was driving down the Santa Monica Freeway and…’
But the youngest member of the team was still having something of an epiphany. ‘Berlin Wall!’ she kept exclaiming.
I now wish she had not continued telling us what it was she wanted to confess. Because now she has, I don’t feel safe at all in this strange world we inhabit. I already felt pretty unstable in it, as you know. Now I just feel desperate.
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