Adnan looked up at the cross. Growing up in Syria, he had heard things about crosses which made him uneasy. He’d never set foot in a church.
Julia had had a few Turks in her classes in school. But they knew little German, and she never got to know them personally. Now she wasn’t sure she was up to the task she’d been assigned.
With his wife and two young children huddled behind him, Adnan reached out, grasped the wrought iron handle and pulled open the heavy, wooden door.
“Salam,” said Julia, extending her hand.
“Frieden,” said Adnan, taking it.
Julia had had a few Turks in her classes in school. But they knew little German, and she never got to know them personally. Now she wasn’t sure she was up to the task she’d been assigned.
With his wife and two young children huddled behind him, Adnan reached out, grasped the wrought iron handle and pulled open the heavy, wooden door.
“Salam,” said Julia, extending her hand.
“Frieden,” said Adnan, taking it.
