The day begins as any other—with a morning row with her father. “Vati, can you please just … not? It’s not mama’s fault.” Turning his glowering eyes at her, her father swears in rapid German; too rapid for her to understand. Thank God for that! Her mother on the other hand just waves her off,...
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