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And so, every Thursday, Lukas would shove his sweaty fist into the pocket of his shorts, pull out a handful of pfennigs, and place the glossy magazine on the counter. The cover always had a family: a lean, sun-bronzed father with a beard; a mother with wind-swept hair; a boy and a girl, maybe ten and twelve, playing volleyball. All of them, of course, as naked as the day they were born.

He looked up at the stars. The stars did not care. He looked at the dark lake. The lake did not gasp. He looked down at his own pale, scrawny body. It was just a body. Like Dieter's. Like the volleyball-playing girl's. Like the grandmother with the potatoes. fkk magazin

That September, his parents announced a "family weekend" at a lake. Lukas’s heart seized. A lake. He imagined a meadow, a bonfire, a circle of unashamed humanity. And so, every Thursday, Lukas would shove his

It was the summer of 1989, and thirteen-year-old Lukas lived for Thursdays. Not because it was the last day of school before the weekend, but because Thursdays were when FKK Magazin arrived at the kiosk by the tram station. He looked up at the stars