In the End, It Was All About Love

Righteous Migrants: The poetic mythologizing is punctuatedly endearing while also infrequently connecting. My decade aligned most with “Today, Berlin Punches You In The Stomach” although the acts of racist aggression weren't its most disturbing facet. Berlin is a self-righteous busybody gleeful to run you over to teach you not to jaywalk.

So many beautiful moments. Full of vulnerability. I also really enjoyed the short essay format. It made it easy to pick up and put down and I came to look forward to my little snippets of reading at the end of long, monotonous pandemic days. I just moved to Berlin, so this book had added appeal for me–a reminder that I have chosen to live in a complex and remarkable city.