“these words they have egos and things to prove themselves, don’t they? we plant them & as they bloom we become intoxicated by their fragrance — so much so that reality shifts.” – Alok V Menon
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Motherhood as Sisterhood
My grandma was a German catholic girl who had to flee what is now Czech after Germany lost WWII. Her family moved to the Munich area and after finishing school, she started working at Föhrenwald, the biggest camp for displaced persons. There, she met my grandfather, a Jewish man who had escaped the Ghetto in…
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The Struggle Of Growing Up Around Colour-Blind People
At the age of 11 my friend told me that to her, I was not black. “I don’t even see it”, she said, convinced that she was doing me a favour by ignoring the “it” that stood between me and being fully German like her. This made no sense to me as I had never…
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