During our visit to the U.S. back in June, Ulrich and I took the opportunity to visit two cemeteries: one in Maryland where my father is buried, and the other in New York where Amy is buried.
Life as a [Taiwanese-American] immigrant in Germany
Ulrich and I discovered our first ghost during our second week in Wuppertal*. We were on a late afternoon walk after Kaffee und Kuchen (coffee and cake) at a nearby café. “Ooooooh, look!
towards the end of my last facetime session with my mom, she cleared her throat uncomfortably and told me that she thought i should reconsider my pseudonym (yuelian hong).
When Ulrich and I go for walks through nearby parks and woods, he refuses to go on the grass. He is paranoid about stepping in dog shit.
There’s something magical about New Year’s Eve (known as “Silvester”) in Germany.