There is little water in the desert. But there is life in it.

Life in this consecration to death is yours. Because life celebrates on the deceased bodies, and it will dance there forever.

Every adopted sentence of this culture is a tear on me.

I feel uncomfortable when people on the street hear me. Many in Neukölln switch to Turkish when I walk past them.

But the worst Germans speak so superficially, are so not themselves that it doesn’t even matter what they are saying and whether anyone hears them.

It’s hard to show your real self to others.