A love letter to Germany, from the granddaughter of Holocaust survivors

Dear Germany,

I have a lot of feelings to express to you, feelings I can’t understand just yet, feelings few will understand, feelings some friends will say are wrong and nonsensical – and that maybe I need a psychologist.

It’s strange to write and tell you this: I’m crazy about you. When Germany won European championship soccer games, I felt it as if it were my own team. When it lost in the semi-finals, I was sad. Yes, I even love your language.


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