Before we went to visit a good friend in Essen, I would have a Krustenbrot to buy. Opposite a branch of a chain I discovered a smaller shop with on the facade: Die zweite Liebe. An artisan baker? It turned out to be bread from the previous day. I confessed my purchase to my wife. She told our friend how I had been deceived by a second love. The friend seemed relieved: it wasn’t about her relationship with me. The bread was komömmlich: exactly as I was told.
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A version of this article also appeared in the February 1, 2023 issue
