Letter from Germany: We Do Not Want Your Apologies
Once or twice a week, I walk with my 7-year-old son, sometimes with one of his friends, to a chess class. There’s an easy road: via Rosenthaler Strasse in Berlin’s Mitte district, past Hackescher Markt, then a right to our destination. But we don’t like the big streets – there are too many people, and…