Death, Grief, and Racism

Each one is painful, traumatic, and difficult to overcome

My brother Boris and I. Photo credit: Author’s collection

Five years ago on this very day, my big brother Boris was in the intensive care unit at Zurich cantonal hospital fighting for his life. On this day we were still full of hope — me, his wife, their two very young children, my sisters, my younger brother, and my mum. The renowned cardiac surgeon who had performed open-heart…




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