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  • It's not hard to merge in Berlin because nothing really merges together in this city. The punk with the prude, the immigrant with the native, the artist with the businessman. Everything clashed, and yet everything fit together. That was Berlin: rebuilt, rundown, renovated but together it all created a vague sense of unity. A nun at a drag performance? Yes, that was perfectly normal in Berlin.

    I merged well in Berlin. I could fool the Berliners into saying "Danke" and "Hallo" instead of "Thank You" and "Hello." I was a fraud of a Berliner who neither spoke the language nor knew the lay of the land, but I'd be a fraud of a nomad if I had not tried to lay low and absorb the city, like a method actor performing her craft.
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