Arnon Grunberg



A piece of paper was hanging on the door of the apartment next door. It said: “Welcome to a Chani-free zone.” As far as I know two girls live next door.
Who or what is Chani? An unpleasant deodorant? A young man who dumped one of the girls? A co-worker who verbally abused one of the girls? Or did the girls get into an ugly fight and did one of the girls decide that the other girl, named Chani, had to sleep on the street?