

Germans were protesting a trade agreement between the United States and the European Union, and the center of the city was closed to traffic. The waitress nodded respectfully, motioning toward a stack of books on the table to show that she understood. Alexievich is a little over five feet tall and stocky her straight shoulder-length hair is dyed a redder shade of brown than it once was. “She has won the Nobel Prize.” Svetlana Alexievich, the sixty-seven-year-old winner of this year’s prize in literature, was at a table for ten in the front of a noisy restaurant in Berlin, where she held her Nobel press conference, two weekends ago. “Please bring the lady one green tea,” went the request.

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“You have to make people descend into the depths of themselves,” Alexievich says.
