Search for identity
How I was looking for half the Italian in me and found something completely different
The mother German, the father of Italians – but the Italian half played no role for Katharina Kunert. That had to change, she thought, and was surprised.
Then they disappear between the station lights. My long -distance train rattles, one last time I wave to my German family through the milky window. Then only my reflection looks at me. The big, brown eyes, the hair that cheated on the platform in the platform in Hanover. I don’t look really “German”, I think. Rather, as you used to say: “Mediterranean”.
In fact, I am half of Italian. But only on paper. Everything else on me is potato German. Name, friends, place of residence, not even Italian.
Source: Stern
I have been working in the news industry for over 6 years, first as a reporter and now as an editor. I have covered politics extensively, and my work has appeared in major newspapers and online news outlets around the world. In addition to my writing, I also contribute regularly to 24 Hours World.
