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The Truth About Growing Up in East Germany

And so, at last, I am in Berlin. After more than a thousand miles by train, through some of the darkest moments in European history, some well known, others not, I find myself with a plastic fork in one hand and a fluffy orange sausage in the other.

Where I Went Wrong in the Grenadines

It’s a short but soulful walk along the main street of Canouan Island at midday. The Caribbean sun scorches the tips of the palm leaves, turning them canary yellow and toasted brown as I look up at the clouds.

I’m here by mistake. Two mistakes really.