“That's the problem with this city. All you see is concrete and blood.” Even the parks here make Wolfgang uneasy, like they're fenced in all around by flat deadness. That it's been nearly a year that they've lived in New York makes them nervous, especially since they've been putting down roots. How long exactly are they going to stay?
Wolfgang takes another drink and makes a vague hand gesture. “Oh, mostly you get drunk and try to scare each other. Then stay up all night cos you think you hear a noise and you think it's a lion or something and turns out it's just a mouse. Then later when we're leaving we find a bunch of dolls hanging from trees. Like thirty or forty of them. That was weird.”