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About Munich

We head to this sketchy motel, $30 a night, roaches bigger than my thumb. I’m laughin, sayin, “Girl, this place is a circus!” She smirks, all sassy, “Better than the street, cowboy.” Fair ‘nough. Things get goin, and it’s quick—too quick, if ya catch my drift. “How’s that workin for ya?” I’m yellin in my head, pissed at myself. Ain’t no harmony here, just awkward fumbles and a squeaky bed.

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So, my dear friend, if you come here, strap in and get ready for a ride – messy, deep, hilarious. Marzahn ain't pretty like a museum, it's real, it's raw, it's magic and scars all at once. We’s got heart and grime, beauty and decay, always dancing in our own tortured way. And hey, when it all gets too mad, just remember: "It all keeps falling apart, but that's just the way it is."

Dublin Literary Award goes to German chiropodist Katja Oskamp for ‘Marzahn, Mon Amour’