There was a girl from the East, living in the West for a couple of years now. She never intended to „leave“ the East. Her Dad was really sorry about that. But she couldnt see any future for her as an artist, if she would have stayed there. The world was open now. Communism was dead. Freedom for everybody. That was the fairy tale, they told everbody. And of course she believed. She thought she would become a famous director, getting lots of prices. Showing films in Cannes. All that shit. She wanted to change the world by producing intense independent movies. But she had to find out, that she wasnt that kind of „buisness“ girl. She was too nice and full of honour. She never could lie to somebody. So she had some problems with people who couldnt stand the truth or other opinions. She had to go back in the east to recover from time to time.

Seeing her family, was always like a „reset“ button. On one of those small holiday Berlin tours she met a great musician and activist (Elias Gottsein. Eli van Gotty. Guaia Guaia.) He and his flatmates, S and Vi helped her with her xxpippilottaxx- DaDa performance. She felt really weak and naked, because Eli had no real interests in her.

But she loved to talk to Vi all night, listening to Jazz- Radio.  At this point he was not in a good mood at all. Because of a lot of reasons. For her it was no problem. She knew the problem of overthinking everthing.

When the girl from the east, living in the west, had her first „show“ in Berlin, she invited lots of friends. Vi would have come by. The boy from the East east east. Elias had a release show for himself.

After the Show she would have liked to talk but there was no time. It was too crowded. She had to talk to other people. He had no chance. So he left.

Three month later it was time to leave cologne again. Busy working, depressions and other shit forces her to. This time Vi was happy.  And they had the chance to talk…. and it would never stop.