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I’m finally starting to feel comfortable with expressing opinions—about feeling bad about slavery, about the Bosniak Muslims in Switzerland, about the Jewish perspective, about lesbian history through the ages and why it’s not depicted in the world’s only museum of queer history,

Berlin’s happiest memory isn’t really one that it can celebrate with a good conscience. I went to the twentieth anniversary party of the fall of the Berlin Wall, took some pictures of people’s umbrellas, and came back to a Kristallnacht remembrance around

Your October Break was the first week of classes at the Free University of Berlin for 31,000 students, 415 professors, and one Lauren Stokes. It was also my first week selling tickets at the Gay Museum of Berlin.

Germany just had an election, I have health insurance, and here's a stab in the dark at what it all means.

Because I just can't tear myself away, I'm writing another column about my adventures (and misadventures) in Berlin as a Fulbright Fellow this year, thinking about Germans, Turks, and the ever-present past.