“I like this” she says, lifting the black candlestick from the mantelpiece.
“Thanks. I bought it in a little fleamarket in Berlin. It’s nicely turned and it’s beautiful wood, Ebony I believe”.
“It’s cute, but looks so lonely standing there on its own. It’s a shame it isn’t part of a pair”.
“Oh he is”. I tell her. “His brother sits in the room of a girl in Prenzlauer Berg. They don’t talk anymore, but I hope that one day they’ll be together again”.