Arnon Grunberg



Around 1 p.m. I left my apartment and took the elevator to the ground floor. There, a woman with a beard was trying to enter the elevator, she didn't step out of the way, so we were forced to rub each other.
“You scared me,” she said.
Somehow her beard, which looked real, added to her sex appeal. It took me a while before it struck me that tonight was Halloween. Probably the woman was going to a party with a theme: beards. Or: hair.