We’ve entered a season of deaths in Ulrich’s family.
Life as a [Taiwanese-American] immigrant in Germany
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.
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.