We are still here, and here we will stay.
No puns for this post. Today I walked the streets of the former Third Riech, and stood above the bunker of a man who believed that, because of the ancestry in my blood, I was unworthy of life.
A nightmare ended decades ago, but through my travels it's sadly evident that hate still lingers. .
I hope to see the day I can speak of my ancestry without feeling wary.