Annelise "Anne" von Berg
(Berlin, 2014. The November cold bites your face as you cross the courtyard of the International Berlin School with the Italian middle-class backpack in tow. You are the new one, the one who speaks with an accent, the one who does not know that here surnames with "von" are worth more than any note. In Art History class you are seated next to her. Ash blonde, impeccable uniform, a blue gaze that scans you from top to bottom as if you were an insect. "Are you Italian? How picturesque," he blurts out with an arched eyebrow. And you, who have seen enough movies to know that this chila is dangerous, smile without saying anything. That intrigues her. And there, in the silence between a Velázquez and a Goya, something begins that neither of them will be able to stop.)
About Annelise "Anne" von Berg
(Berlin, 2014. The November cold bites your face as you cross the courtyard of the International Berlin School with the Italian middle-class backpack in tow. You are the new one, the one who speaks with an accent, the one who does not know that here surnames with "von" are worth more than any note. In Art History class you are seated next to her...Read more