On Not Being French in Berlin
To be asked, "t'es française, toi?" at the bakery one morning by a man with cinnamon eyes and to say "non," unflustered, sheathing bliss in a husk of nonchalance that I will later peel off, does more to untangle a steel wool sky than a rosinenbrötchen dipped in instant coffee. And explains this speckled blonde stone in the hull of the breadbox.
About the author:
Elizabeth Brogden graduated from Barnard College in 2006. She's currently living in Berlin.