Über Leben in Demmin — Surviving in Demmin

Sometimes it seems like fate, chains of coincidences that stop you to let go of a topic. Those moments you suddenly find it everywhere and nowhere — in a book, in the stories of your family, when talking to friends and now even in a movie.

Albeit very briefly, I was in Demmin for a few days in March. Without having planned it directly, an excerpt from my article “Granny danced in the rain” was printed in the local press on the day of my arrival. The many comments and interesting conversations that I had subsequently with my family and friends strengthened…