[Bae Su-kyeong] Echoes from Kaiserstrasse

Years ago, one early morning in Frankfurt, just after 6 a.m., I was walking along Kaiserstrasse toward the central station.

Only a few steps away from my guesthouse, I heard the faint sound of a bicycle behind me.

The bicycle slowed, and a young man began to chat me up.

He spoke in a language other than German and appeared to be barely out of his teens.

Even after I asked him to leave me alone, he persisted.

His words were intrusive and suggestive.

He continued following me all the way to the ce ...