I had planned to post the rest of my Spain pictures.

Then Orlando happened and I wrote a post about assault rifles and love and harmony.

I took a quick trip to Cannes for the Cannes Lions International Festival of Creativity and wanted to share highlights.

Then Brexit happened.

And now, I just don’t know.

I don’t feel right about sharing tales of faraway lands and pictures from my privileged life when there’s so much turmoil in the world right now.

I’ve been listening to the BBC nonstop; they’ve likened Brexit’s significance to that of the end of WWII or the end of the Cold War.

I can feel uncertainty in the air over here.

On Friday morning at work, I discussed it with colleagues: the Germans, of course, but also someone from France, two people from England and one from Scotland.

They all expressed shock, anxiety, fear, nervousness, and even drew parallels to the beginning of World War II.

And aside from the impact on the economy, trade and small businesses, I’m afraid that the exit also stands for a rejection of globalization and fear of other cultures: a theme not foreign to the US right now.

And yet. Daily life goes on for me.

But I’d like to illustrate what daily life looks like for me:

• One quarter of Frankfurt’s population is made up of foreigners from nearly 200 different countries.
• The three largest religions, almost equally split, are Catholicism, Protestantism, and Islam.
• Almost half of the population comes from an immigrant background, with the Middle East and north Africa representing the majority.

I see women in hijabs, I hear Arabic, and I pass halal restaurants every day.

Some of my closest friends are Persians and Turks.

And as I come in contact with people who have darker skin and hair and eyes than I do, I don’t hate them.

But I grow fearful that they think I do.