Choosing my words carefully, I told him about Ka; I reminded him that he had followed my friend step by step around the city during his visit four years earlier. What did he remember about him? I asked. “He was a man who cared about people, and he loved dogs too—a good man,” he said. “But his mind was still in Germany, and he was very introverted. No one here likes Ka these days.” For a long time we remained silent.
