NICOLÁS AZNÁREZ
When I was a child in France in the eighties, the teacher in charge of my class showed us a film about World War II and, at the end, gave a shout of joy: “Hooray!
We beat those dirty boches! ”.
All the students chanted their "hooray" and raised their arms in victory.
Except for me, the daughter of a French mother and a German father.
I was eight years old, and after that I stopped speaking German with my father for six years.
The Germanophobia then prevailing in France and many other European countries made my German origins a drag.
I did not imagine that, one day, I ...
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