“A precisely aimed reach into the immeasurable flow of things.”
Imagine that the place you call home is no more, not just your house or apartment, but the entirety of your surroundings, including ideological ones. What if borders that were once maintained by thick concrete slabs and barbed wire suddenly disappeared?
“Anyone who has ever visited a slum knows that the worst part is not the wretched shacks, the dust, the rusty water tanks, the crowds of people, crime, etcetera, but the smell.”
Ian McEwan discusses the Cold War, the myth of innocence, and forgetfulness.