1. It’s 1938 and you’re Jewish (see Great Aunt Hannah, but not the rest of her family – I wonder why, Holocaust deniers – for details).
2. It’s 2006 and you’ve agreed with your landlady to move out at the end of March, then have the person who owns the flat you’re planning to move into back […]
The day that I moved to Germany was June 26th 1996. I know this because I still have the copy of “Scotland’s” Mirror, one of the newspapers which was handed out on the plane on the day that I flew there.
“Achtung! Surrender!” the disturbingly intelligent headline read, over a photograph of, I think, Stuart […]
