Love is often not entirely explainable and may seem quite random, and therein lies its power… to somehow stall the machine, though never quite break it.
“As a local, I was born and grew up here. Part of me always feels bewildered about the positive comments uttered from the mouths of tourists about this overcrowded city.”
“Here too it was ‘all nude, all the time,’ and we had to pick our way to chairs through a gaggle of naked, 60ish women who reclined leafing through back issues of SuperIllu, a sort of eastern German version of People magazine specializing in former GDR celebrities and their offspring.”
A “neoliberalism” that is neither new nor liberal? A reply to Harald Köpping.
It’s an unprecedented joint effort in town, uniting people who don’t see eye-to-eye on many issues.
On a personal level, I can now feel the profound healing of knowing and owning my identity, as well as not having any divisions of our homeland coming in between the sides of my family.