I remark that for something so big, that shaped their lives so brutally, it’s hard now to find a trace of the Wall. I am about to say I think it’s odd to let everyone forget so quickly, when Torsten says, ‘I’m happy that it’s gone, and I’m happy too that there’s so little of it left to see. It would remind me that it could come back. That everything that’s happened might be reversed.’ ‘But that wouldn’t be possible!’ I laugh. He looks at me soberly. ‘But anything is possible,’ he says. ‘One can never say that something is not possible.’
