- Author
- Elisabeth Meru
During the 1990s I had a friend who kept an Indian store. Conspicuously often handsome young Indian men with their German wives – who could have been their mothers – frequented this store. But what did astonish me was this huge difference on the surface: on the one hand these attractive men, their less beautiful wives on the other. “I don't get it. How is that?” I asked my friend.
