In southwestern Berlin, in an area called Wannsee, there’s a beautiful old mansion. In 1942, SS…
I can’t get the naked girl out of my mind.
Her ribs jut out of her back. Her breasts are non-existent. She’s skin and bones and dark, arresting eyes that pierce the camera.
In Berlin, reminders of the past are everywhere. Pedestrians trip over “stumbling blocks” embedded…
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