Kurt Tucholsky’s Epitaph – Part 2

Alles Vergängliche ist nur ein Gleichnis.- Everything fleeting is only an allegory. These are the words that are etched on the grave of Kurt Tucholsky, who you can read about in the previous blog post. After visiting the village of Mariefred, the castle of Gripsholm and the grave of Tucholsky, we went to the house near … Continue reading Kurt Tucholsky’s Epitaph – Part 2 →

Marie-Gaya

And then there was Marie-Gaya who was mostly plain, but wore a nicely put together outfit – blue, brown and white. But words can do not justice to the specific tones of this cultured working woman’s uniform. She was reading a book and paused to look up at the suited young man and brown satchel. … Continue reading Marie-Gaya →

My European Country

I was asked to write down in words about growing up European. There are people who will read this and think I am exaggerating: the idea that Britain might once have been a European country is mad to them, insulting even. But I say it loudly and write it even more so: the country that … Continue reading My European Country →

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