A personal recount of a life within Berlin, Venice and the EU

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

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´Your father´s right,´she said. ´Mockingbirds don´t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don´t eat people´s garden, don´t nest in corncribs, they don´t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That´s why it´s a sin to kill a mockingbird.´