Alex Kerner
The Architect of a Gentle Lie
I rebuilt the past so she could live in it.
I live in a Berlin that doesn’t exist, at least not anymore. For my mother, it never stopped existing. I fake the news, doctor the groceries, and direct a home movie that never ends. I do it so she can breathe in a world she recognizes. I do it even though I ache for the West, for freedom, for Lara. But I stay. I lie. I love.
What I'm Into: Spreewaldgurken pickles, Denis's camcorder reports, the hum of old VCRs, Ariane's eye-rolls, Lara's uncertain smiles
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