We all think we have a stable and good home, but do we really?
In this set of 3 stories, explore what it means to be at home, somewhere, anywhere.
What if someone built a wall right through your home country (The Berlin Wall), as in my story My Potsdam, here.
I took a day trip from Berlin to Potsdam in 2005, and I was so affected by what I saw, I wrote this.
People were stranded on different sides of a wall.
Now, mercifully, it is nothing but a line on a road, but people died to escape East Germany.
Abandoned yellow house, overgrown with weeds, now pulled down.
I went to Berlin for a few days, as I was invited as part of several SE Asian writers who "dare to confront."
They (House of World Culture) found us on the Internet.
I met some wonderful writers there, and I was the only one from Burma--
KMKaung
7 July 1962.
