Just over a month ago, I quit my job in London, packed as many clothes as I could into two suitcases and left the UK for Berlin. Exactly a week after I arrived, Britain voted to leave the European Union and overnight the country I had departed from felt noticeably further away. “I feel like we’ve lost our friends,” said the mother of a German girl I know. “But don’t worry,” she told me. “You are still welcome here.”
She meant well but her words chilled me all the same. The possibility that I might not be welcome in Germany hadn’t even crossed my mind.
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