For me, being a mother in Munich means various circles in which one exists, in which I exist. These are very different circles – when it comes to culture, nationality, religion, education, and in every other dimension, these are very different circles. And what unites us is this heart, the positive things we have in common, the stuff we talk about. It is our professional matters – like with Martyna and all the Polish mothers. It is our children – when we meet on the playground or at kindergarten (I sit on the parents’ council there), we have many things in common. It is family matters, you know, totally banal stuff, like “what are you making for dinner tonight?” … When we go to the playground, the whole neighborhood is there. We all meet there. And there are moms from Turkey, for example, sitting on a blanket together. And at first these communities seemed totally closed to me, but now I know some of these moms from preschool or somewhere else so I come up to them and ask: excuse me, can I join you? And they immediately make room for me. And I ask: what is this? Cause I see it’s something to eat and it’s labeled in Turkish and they say: come, try some, this is dessert. … But I’ve also noticed that I am among the very few who are curious enough to reach out. I’ve met a few Polish women who … judge everyone from their own perspective and say: “oh my god, do you know what they do in the toilet, that’s sooo weird” or “the Turkish women are this and that”. I don’t know. I don’t have that attitude.