My dead neighbor's secrets
We were eating breakfast on Boxing Day when the neighbor came by. Herr Mayer, 66, wasn’t answering his doorbell. Could I go upstairs and see?
I was the landlord, I had a key. He lay naked on the floor in the bedroom of his subtenant, a pretty student. Next to him, a digital camera on a tripod. In its memory: Herr Mayer in her bed, sheathing his erect penis in a red bell pepper …
A journalist’s unexpected journey that ends with a selection of Mayer’s belongings being exhibited in Krakow’s Jewish Museum.