UNSER DEUTSCHLANDMÄRCHEN

About this Event

»Then I arrived here. The train stations, the cars, narrow spaces, damp flats, furniture with feet missing. No father, no fatherland, the second step in the uprooting began. With time, through many stumbles and falls, I found my place. To live with the incision, with this cut, I also learned with time. A woman, an orphan, a worker, a migrant.«