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386 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 27, 2024
Like millions of German war children, my parents were never allowed to grieve. Don't look back, don't look inside, just look forward, move on as quickly as possible, they were told. The unspeakable was never to be spoken of. An entire generation of traumatised children were told to forget, erase, deny. The past was to be thought of as a charcter-building experience.
We did the important work of Vergangenheitsbewältigung, coming to terms with the past, and I am so grateful for it.
" We will stop at our favourite bench and whisper sweet words into the balmy night and watch the full moon rise. Amorino, cucciola, donna della mia vita. I can’t get enough of his velvety voice. Every day we find new ways to fall in love with each other, every day we spin a new thread of our fairytale. For the first time in my life I feel fully seen and loved by a man who shares my dreams – a charming Italian no less. It’s like my life has turned into a romance novel."
" I’m still surprised by how easy it was to make peace. We both reached the same conclusion. We’re in this together till the end. We both need to heal. For me it’s a matter of time. For Gianni it’s a matter of life and death."
" ‘If you’d been different, I wouldn’t have had to see other women,’ Gianni says.
We are in full combat mode, or at least he is. I’m mostly silent, wondering what to do with my heartbreak and my anger, without killing him.
‘How can you have done this to me when I am at my most vulnerable What kind of person are you?’ Gianni has the better argument.
Besides, he’s a narcissist, he’s unable to say sorry. He fumbles with the dials on his tiny phone, trying to ring his brother on the other side of the world.
Then he turns back to me. ‘I can’t take your misery anymore, it’s not good for me. How can you be so heartless?’
He storms off to the beach, still in his pyjamas. I make myself a nest of cushions on the bed in the spare room and stay there for what feels like a month, but is only a week."
" ‘You are my wife. I need you here. But your misery is poison for me. Pull yourself together or move into a hotel room.’
Our beautiful fairytale is dying and I have no idea how to keep it alive.
So I focus on keeping patient Gianni alive by administering high doses of broccoli and turmeric. (...) For the first time in weeks, I feel a sense of hope. If we can be together again, just the two of us, in our own space, everything will be alright. His health, our marriage, everything will be able to heal."
"I remember something my mother said before she left. Don’t lose yourself trying to live his life"