A short story English/​German (unpub­lished)

I had believed in the ghost of my own projec­tions. The war gener­a­tion is dying out and I have not yet asked myself what it will mean when this gener­a­tion doesn’t exist any more. I no longer need to do penance by proxy in my personal war.

En route is time to reflect on the meet­ings and conver­sa­tions that made for a successful festival, or exhibition.The encounter with a tattooed man causes the narrator to put every­thing into ques­tion.

German version Tanya Ury & Amin Farzanefar

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