Arnon Grunberg



This afternoon I went to pick up my godson from school.
His teacher was an attractive young woman.
“How are you going to introduce yourself?” my godson’s mother asked me.
“I won’t,” I said. “For the time being I prefer to be anonymous.” The other parents were busy socializing, but I started playing with an umbrella.
My own father used to hide behind a tree when he picked me up at school.