Not Enough

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I cry on most of the flight home and I don't know why. Not weeping, just eyes watering, falling on the pages of the book I'm trying to read, or caught subtly in my sleeve. I can't say for certain why it's so hard for me. This isn't a new trip for me. ...

Where We Come From

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My hotel, the Schloss Wilkenhedge, is a “water castle”, which is a small castle surrounded by a moat in the countryside. After dinner, usually around 9 or 10, while the sunset is still intense, I go for a walk through the forest near the hotel. The trees in the forest are tall and thin, stretching ...

German Child Services

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I'm sweating through my jeans in a hallway in Germany. I'm alone in the hallway, there's an empty wooden chair to my right. I came here unannounced, and they've stuck me out here because they don’t know what to do with me. The corridor is thin and lined with rooms. I can hear voices come ...