the aging narrator of money come out of one's novel and the east meets her bow right here under the brockysaurus at berlin's natural history museum the man's name is and everything about him is gray his eyes his hair his coat fronts cause the dinosaur a beautiful and and the narrator falls head over heels for she's a paleontologist from east berlin who worships these humongous fossils he's a west german insect researcher both of them are married both of them are getting on in years love is never easy with const the writing is on the line every night he sneaks back out to his wife every intimate question he answers with are just so what does she see in the sky why is she willing to give up her old life for him. i can't even tell if love breaks in or out sometimes it seems to me that it breaks into us like a strange being that has been lurking about us for months even years until we are visited by memories and dreams and we longingly open our ports through which it seeps within seconds and blends with every substance contained within our scan. the now 90 year old narrator recalls her boundle