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Inherited memory Some years ago, through a flea-market find, I found myself falling deeper into memory, beyond direct experience. We live with the fictions as much as the realities of memory passed down generations. For me, born and raised in Germany, inherited memory is inextricably tied up with the stunning weight of fascism/the holocaust. I started casting sideways glances at history. The concern with difference and otherness took on a new urgency.
To curb their cheer, to hold them near (2015) Â
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