Aphysician motions for me to enter the institutional labyrinth of Impfzentrum booths. Once inside, my hands press flat and sticky against my US passport, German residency title and COVID-19 vaccine card. The doctor's cobalt eyes squint beneath her mask, forming deep frown lines as she peers in suspended bewilderment, muttering at my documents. I ask her to clarify. 'You're a Buchleitner and not a native German speaker?!' Her astonishment and disgust flood me with shame. What does it mean to return to a land you are supposed to belong to as a descendant but in which you are functionally a foreigner?