Writer Al Kennedy for the Bundestag election: It is love

How my mother poured my father over my head “Baked Beans”, and what we do against fascists who are known to be stupid as binding stones. A letter to my German friends.

It’s dark – tomorrow for tomorrow this knowledge claps us like a sock filled with shit. But we are people. We are a species that shake hands when they stumble. Before we can think about it, our instinct makes us help. We are good at helping. We are good at luminating a light. So.