Eine zufällige Begegnung zieht sie nach Afrika und weckt ungelöste Fragen nach Identität, Zugehörigkeit und einer Vergangenheit, die einfach nicht in Ruhe lassen will.

Narration – At the end of that year, my mother told me we were to move again. I had only just begun to settle and find new friends at school, a rhythm, something that finally felt like home, and once more it was slipping away. This time, we were headed to Trier, where she had decided to study fashion. Some memories fade, others stay with a strange clarity. We ended up in a small town of Waldtrach, renting a Dachgeschoss apartment from a family whose father was a policeman. I was enrolled in a Catholic girls’ school run by nuns, an opportunity my mother said came less from merit than from circumstance, as a child from East Germany i think they took pity. Overnight, I entered a world shaped by religion and discipline, slightly different from where I came from. In the GDR, I had not been a Pioneer like the other children; my mother’s political defiance had always placed us slightly outside the system, never fully belonging. Being a Black child in a white society, I think I had always known that feeling. And now, once again, I found myself on the margins, this time in a world of nuns.