In Grünfeld the perils were many: roofs on buggies, mortgages,
and bicycles. Some even read novels. And later: living with a gangster,
tattooed or not. Smoking. Guns. The possibility of magic. To hold
the story for a decade, then tell it right out to a crowd of strangers.
To decide to live well, far from the village and church of one’s youth
or right there with the whole stiff wounded bunch.

