I was thinking about Birkenau on the tram.
It was a sunny late summer morning, with autumn lurking beneath the corner. The sun clearly wouldn’t be strong enough to keep the mornings warm and cozy for much longer.
There would be elections held in two German states on that day, and everyone suspected what would become reality a few hours later: That more th…
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