Interview: “I’m not Turkish, but my husband is”
In a capital city marked by transformation and transience, where people are
perpetually coming and going, it can feel like a true rarity to meet someone actually from that
city. “H” was my first Berlin friend from Berlin. We met through a language website, after she
sent me a request to practice French in exchange for German. H was working on her degree to
become a French teacher. I was still new to the city and could count my local friends on one
hand...
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