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Oh yes, there is that one question I hate to be asked, because I hear it all the time, almost on a daily base, for nearly 40 years.
Where are you from?

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Oh yes, there is that one question I hate to be asked, because I hear it all the time, almost on a daily base, for nearly 40 years.
Where are you from?
About ten, fifteen years ago, at a BBQ with lots of food and some alcohol, a friend of mine asked me if I would date -or sleep with a black man. I didn’t hesitate, answered quickly -and without thinking- “No, I would not date a black man or sleep with a black man.”
“I guess that means you are a racist,” he said and I didn’t know what to respond. My brain didn’t comprehend -neither did I. I had stepped into a trap and now I was stuck.
The episode of “A Million little things” two weeks ago, shows a black gathering with family and friends. There is laughter, people pick at each other, the way we all do when we have a good time. A young teenage boy joins them, his face is earnest. When asked what is going on, he turns his phone around, and shows the rest of he people a video he just saw online.

I am an American and love this country with all my heart, but I also have a European Austrian-Italian soul. I am following Sunday Lyrics for a while but only posted once. My original splendid evening idea to post European songs every Sunday, didn’t seem to make too much sense the next day. Nevertheless, it didn’t leave me alone.

Voices shouting, protesting, demanding to stop the count, fearing it might not go their way. What country you asked?
Please, don’t! It’s too embarrassing to admit. It does sound a bit like South America, or perhaps Eastern Europe in the 80’s, when most of them were still dancing to the music of Russia.

In an editorial, SPIEGEL ONLINE’s Washington correspondent Roland Nelles describes how a European views the United States in the age of Trump. Is there still hope, after all?

I still wake up and wish it all would be just a dream. Much has changed during the last six months. I still laugh a lot and giggle like a little girl, but there is also a sadness in me that you can often see -and hear- when I read or watch the news.

An interview that is worth reading. It’s not easy to find anything like it in our media these days. We are getting Trumped, by the day, by the hour, almost by the minute. It seems there is not much room left for the rest of the world anymore.

“SURREAL” is the word for 2016 in the USA and Canada according to the Merriam-Webster dictionary and I cannot think of a better one. I feel like I am walking in a Salvador Dali painting and I just can’t wake up.
Europe was fearful. Would the triumph of the right-wing extremist continue? Anti-establishment is on the rise all over the world and it seems voters are in an unpredictable mood these days.