Unterwegs um anzukommen

Just go. That was the plan. Half the world later, I had begun to understand what I had been looking for.

I met people who became mirrors. I asked questions for which there were no ready answers. And I learned that arriving is not a place.

Before telling of this journey, I write about the life that came before — one that had known much violence and little notice.

A memoir that glosses nothing. It took me years to stop accusing. And in the end, I came to rest.