Two or three weeks after the beginning of the Russian war in Ukraine, I fell into a deep depression, which I haven’t quite left behind yet. Something broke inside me. And something else emerged, and I didn’t know what to do with it. In response, I wrote a now almost 80-page long essay, the first one that deals exclusively with politics, history and society. I had to do something to work through what I have seen and experienced, not only during the first weeks of the war but since my birth (in the East . . .
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