Whispers in East Berlin - There were always ghosts in the house. Breathing, moving, slowly. Changing the shadows. Whispers of movement of articles of clothing. They were memories. Not actual spirits. They were things that happened in the house in the past, and they stayed. They didn't leave. And they were thick. They were not loud. They were the things we did not talk about. The house was built by my maternal grandparents in 1939, right...
