A short story English/German (unpublished)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