Losing my languages

I was asked to translate something quickly at work today, from German into English, and I completely froze. The words jumbled on the page. I looked at certain capitalised German nouns and it was like I knew what they meant but I had no idea how to express what the word was in English. "So what's …

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A year after the referendum

Three years ago, I was living in sunny Vienna. As I grow older, my memories of times and places merge into a sense of feeling. These memories feel deeply personal and yet, oddly detached. When I think of Vienna, I remember the incessant summer heat and numerous nightclubs, severe depression and waking up at 3pm …

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