Hallesches Tor

I filed my story and hopped on the subway to ride the one station south to Hallesches Tor and the dark sooty buildings that surrounded my home. My neighborhood was not the kind of place where I felt safe walking after dark. The kindest description for it was working class, and I remembered how Ursula had shuddered at the mere mention of my address. Middle class ladies did not even visit Hallesches Tor, let alone live there. In the more than a decade that I had lived in my apartment, Ursula had never visited.

Photo from www.historycooperative.org/journals/
jah/88.3/images/schafer_f2.jpg (no longer available online)

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