When I was young, I thought that when I got married I’d obviously change my last name. My own surname is 14 letters long and despite it being phonetic, nobody can pronounce it, let alone spell it. I don’t even think I knew how to spell my own surname until I was in school, so I thought I would change my name to my husband’s, even if it was as conventional as Smith.
Under the guise of the grey German sky, in the heart of Berlin, having just passed what was once Hitler’s bunker, a group of friends wove their way out of the maze that is the Jewish Holocaust Memorial. … Gay Guise