Right from the start Alex felt she had to look after this skinny boy with the melancholy gaze, and soon developed almost maternal feelings towards Benny, who was still not yet sixteen. At the very least, she felt like an older sister to him, yet it was Benny who, in the weeks that followed, showed her how to survive on the streets; Benny who taught her how to steal wallets, open doors without a key and drive cars belonging to other people. Useful knowledge for a girl who, when night fell, was never sure where her next meal was coming from.
For the whole of spring they made ends meet with pickpocketing, small-scale burglaries and a few assignments they took care of for Kalli while they survived from hand to mouth. Until they discovered department stores.
The first time at Tietz, on Dönhoffplatz, was pure chance. Alex and Benny were in the store just before closing to shelter from the rain. The idea came to them of its own accord as customers were politely ushered towards the exits. They only needed to exchange glances before spending the next few hours huddled tightly together in an enormous wardrobe trunk. When everything around them fell silent they ventured out, every bone in their bodies aching, to empty the jewellery cabinets, and whatever else they could lay their hands on. They filled two small cases from the leather goods section, just enough to carry comfortably without drawing attention to themselves. No one stopped them when they were back outside on Krausenstrasse or had any idea what they were carrying in their cases. They boarded the next train at Spittelmarkt, calm as you like, and passed unnoticed there too, a couple of youths with suitcases, who looked like exhausted street traders returning home after a long and fruitless day.
The next morning Kalli was astonished, and only too happy to cough up. They had never scored so much before, at most a pocket watch taken from a drunk, or a few odds and ends stolen from a car. After Tietz they stopped dealing in bits and pieces. Pinching wallets on the U-Bahn or fleecing drunks was scarcely worth it, being risky and always a matter of chance. The department store ruse was more lucrative; easier too. All they had to do was shut themselves in, raid the display cabinets and get the hell out. By the time the night watchmen noticed the empty displays, Alex and Benny were long gone.
They had worked over four department stores by now, and last time, at Karstadt, had made away with some really nifty pieces. It was Kalli who had suggested Berlin’s finest establishment. Alex and Benny would never have thought of it themselves, out of sheer respect. In KaDeWe, they could really make hay, Kalli said, why not try their luck there? The place would be no better guarded than Tietz or Karstadt, guaranteed. He knew someone who worked there.
Now she was teetering over escalators making her way down floor by floor. The feeling of having KaDeWe all to herself suddenly overwhelmed her. She couldn’t help thinking back to Tietz, where together with Benny she had moved from section to section, savouring the fact that they were alone with such treasures. They had tested any number of things, even paying the toy section a visit, a little coyly at first since, in spite of their friendship, they mostly concealed their childish sides from one another. In the second department store, however – Tietz again, this time at Alexanderplatz – they had got straight down to work.
The great hall on the ground floor opened out in front of her. To get to the tobacco products she had to go through gentlemen’s fashion, where a line of mannequins with wax faces looked down on her rigidly, arrogantly, just like the snotty little upstarts who wore these clothes on the outside and could scarcely move for their conceit. Alex hated their kind and took pleasure that it was exactly these types who stood here now, condemned to spend the rest of their days as KaDeWe fossils. At the end of the army of mannequins she could already sense the wood panelling and shelves of the tobacco section.
Benny didn’t seem to be here, but there was something in the weak light flickering outside. She froze, rooted to the spot. Had one of the mannequins at the end of the row moved? She took a closer look but everything was as before. A red neon sign flashing outside was making the shadows in here dance. There was no night watchman among the mannequins, not a single peaked cap in the line, just casual fedoras, bourgeois bowlers and elegant top hats. She continued with her heart still pounding; it seemed as if every beat must be audible in the silence.
The mannequin that had so startled her stood right at the end of the line, just before the entrance to the tobacco section. She stuck her tongue out and it tilted its upper body slightly forwards. Terror coursed through her like an electric shock.
‘Come right in, my lady,’ said the dummy in an operatic Hungarian accent, ‘don’t be shy!’
‘Are you trying to give me a heart attack?’ Alex punched the snow-white dickey.
Benny took a bow, removing his top hat and waving her through the door like a fairground barker. ‘Come in, my lady! And don’t be cowed by the prices. There’s something here for everyone!’
‘You’re a right one, you are,’ Alex grinned. ‘You look like a trainee ringmaster!’ She immediately regretted her choice of words when she saw his face. He had expected amazement, wonder, applause – anything but a joke at his expense.
‘I thought since we were here, why not get all dressed up,’ he said, trying not to let his disappointment show.
‘Looks damn elegant,’ she said. ‘I’ve never seen you in anything like it.’
‘Why would you have? This isn’t made for the likes of us. Yet here I am!’ He opened a canvas bag. ‘I got you something from ladies’ fashion,’ he said, lifting out a red silk dress. ‘What do you think?’
‘We should stick with jewellery. Kalli can’t get rid of clothes.’
‘Just try it on.’ He waved the red silk.
‘Now?’
‘It’s an evening dress, isn’t it?’ He held out the shimmering, dark-red dress.
‘Isn’t it a bit too… classy?’
‘The question is whether you like it.’
She held the dress against herself and looked in one of the mirrors. The size was right, and she really liked it. She wouldn’t have thought Benny had such an eye for fashion. He’d never bought himself anything to wear, nothing, not even with the money that Kalli gave them last time, enough for half a dozen new suits. He had only noticed that she had bought herself a new coat some days later.
Benny fetched a silver tin from his inside pocket and took out a Manoli Privat, a six-pfennig brand. He didn’t look so ridiculous in that get-up at all, she thought, it was just a little unfamiliar; she had only ever seen him in coarse linen trousers and his faded leather jacket.
‘Do you want one?’ he asked.
‘Just a drag.’
Benny lit the cigarette and passed it on. Alex took two deep drags and returned it.
‘It looks good,’ he said, pulling gloves and a little hat out of the bag. ‘You should put it on.’
Alex stepped behind a pilaster and changed into the dress, donning the gloves and placing the hat on her head, heart pounding. She’d never worn anything so elegant before, and felt good yet insecure at the same time. It was a strange sensation, but Benny must be feeling the same way. She could have spared him that stupid remark.
‘Da-da-da-daa,’ she trumpeted as she emerged. The boy who usually couldn’t keep his mouth shut didn’t say a word, and she knew immediately he was impressed. He looked so elegant, especially now, bowed ever so slightly before her.
‘Will you dance with me?’ he asked.
Alex laughed. ‘Do you hear music?’
‘Yes.’ He took her right hand and clasped her left shoulder. ‘Don’t you?’ He hummed a little melody and swayed her slowly back and forth in three-quarters time.