Peter folded an easel in the corner to make a table. He brought cold cuts and bread and asked me what I thought of his paintings. Later I would learn that people here always ask you what you think of their paintings, and that it's wrong just to say you find them interesting, but perfectly alright to say you find them awful.. . . You come from a Jewish family, don't you?" asked Peter. "Yes," I said. "It doesn't matter," said the other painter. Doesn't matter? To whom?Berlin--"East" and "West," day and of course night--through the 1980s before the Wall came down. In the eyes of a U.S. philosophy student. And Jewish, which makes for moments awkward, poignant, resonant, unspoken, crass, funny, and always lurking.Most of all, Susan Neiman--later a philosophy professor at Yale and Tel Aviv University, now the Director of the Einstein Forum--can surely write, as borne out again by her books to follow this debut. We live the Reagan years with her when a city was divided, America the occupier, and the cigarettes not named Salem because it sounds too Jewish.