I met Hans at the bar. A hammered one this German, but chivalrous. A driver. I introduced myself as Frida from east Germany. A week later we were moving in together. One night he told me in his messy language that he loves something ending in eek. Eek? For a month I’ve been taking him to Greek music bars, but no luck. He said I didn’t get it and he wanted me to leave. On the last night I was hit …
