When I walked into Katharina’s room, I
immediately saw that she was troubled.
“Thank God you’re here,” she said. “We need
to leave as soon as possible.”
“What? Why?”
She explained that just after the nurse had
helped her look respectable, the photographer had arrived, set up
his camera, and taken a photograph of Katharina.
“It all happened so fast. I wasn’t sure what
was going on. I thought it was something the hospital did or that
maybe the railroad had sent him. He asked for an interview, but I
said no.”
“Who was he?”
“He was the local man for the Berliner
Illustrierte Zeitung,” Katharina said. “Just the biggest weekly
magazine in Germany, that’s all.”
At first, I didn’t understand why Katharina
was so upset, and then it hit me. “Oh my god.”
“Yes, exactly.”
“You said i
