Arnon Grunberg



My bed in Baltimore, first stop on my trip by train and bus to Miami (I will write about this trip for NRC Handelsblad in the Netherlands and De Standaard in Belgium.) The smell of smoke, probably coming from the neighbors, is permeating my bedroom.
Baltimore is cleaner than New York, but as empty or even emptier.
And the pinot noir that steakhouse Morton's delivered to my room was delightful.
There is hope for Baltimore. Or at least I would say that unlike New York Baltimore is a place where you cannot afford to live without hope.