A Taste of the Good Life
A life filled with the smell of black coffee and orange juice in the morning. Fresh bread, aged cheese, glasses of red wine at dinner…
A life filled with the smell of black coffee and orange juice in the morning. Fresh bread, aged cheese, glasses of red wine at dinner…
This project first began in 2015 – as we watched the terrorist bombings in Paris, Beirut, Tunis… followed by retaliatory bombings on Raqqa and other areas of a Syria already war-torn and plagued with violence. We watched as the world’s greatest military powers fight the Daesh without any plan for peace-making after, and abandon basic
The café is where the future will end and begin again as talk of uprising – our promised revolution – is loud and most-persistent here. It keeps our hands warm in the winter.
If we aren’t careful, true Fascism will grow and take hold in this country – not Nazi thugs on the streets in their brown shirts perhaps, but our own, Americanized version of it, bloated and overwrought, with stars and eagles instead of a swastika bound by a thick circle that would keep anyone who isn’t anglicized, God-fearing, white and heterosexual at the bottom of an ever-deepening barrel.
The morning. Baby and I arrive in Berlin just after eight. It’s raining. A cold mist cleaves the streets. We left early and our eyes are half-open from half-sleep on the train. We lost our tickets crossing Karstädt and had to search our bags, our pockets, the floor when the conductor asked us where they were. We finally found them at the bottom of the valise, tucked away for safe keeping.
It is a warm and humid night in summer. The sound of dogs barking on the street. The sound of crickets from the brush and cicadas in trees. Fireflies flash like tiny cameras through the grass along rows of dark cars parked along the curb.
Raised after the fall of the Berlin Wall and USSR collapse, my relationship to a divided Germany, and of the war that led to it, was a tangential one.
Conservatives and Liberals alike have come together to condemn “Antifa,” showing just how right-wing the United States is.
What does the United States as a unified country even look like? Very different, clearly, to different groups. And the alt-right sure isn’t helping.
His father lived a thousand lives before he died at the age of 53. He worked as a security guard for Gem Lake Casino by Highway 29, spending his days watching screens linked to cameras placed high above the casino floor. He watched people playing cards, pulling levers, drinking, laughing, shouting below. Drawn to the