It took a while until the mind now begrudge me a break. The heart flutter is over, and the energy that has driven me three days breathlessly through Berlin, ebbs slowly. My own Berlinale film is shot with handheld camera, shaky, blurred, rapidly and without end.
on Sunday, I'm exhausted and tired from Munich, but even when I was in the brown Zugklo patrol boat people dress over my heart takes a ride.
In Friedrichshain I throw the bags in the corner and throw myself into the turret party.
I and my dress, we are in Berlin! Angela and I look from the parapet on the dancing crowd, contact fever, cigarette air, Berlinale, the red price tags dangling in the disco lights and off you go: you've got there ... yes, thank you, that is Sun
Next. The next day I see my Premieres dress hanging in Lisa's studio, a dream in pink and pink, and fall in love immediately. A cape is missing this, and I sneak in secret with the dress in the bag in the H & M, as absurd, glitter scarf and boutonniere, fast prey at the door, it squeaks and the cause fallen sellers I see the dream in pink and the many signs, that is goods of yesteryear, they are confused.
Then we are on the carpet. I can not believe it. What elegant for a beautiful last convoy,
's not about the clothes and we in the camera flashes, now the lady in pink please, solo, help ... Do something with your dress! Angelika calls, flutter and when the kids shirt in the air I feel safe again.
Welcome to the premiere of The robber ! A shudder, tremor, and the feeling of sitting here at the Berlinale Palast in the center of the world, I am so happy to be here now, and rose pink, which must please the mind.
The excitement that breathlessness remains throughout the film, increases, I find myself firmly in the pink fabric and run, like Andreas Lust I run internally owned by Berlin. For I have a job.
on the premiere lot of Prosecco on ice, possessed all look so beautiful, sparkling spray and Lisa smiles, satisfied the spirit us with wondrous power. Kristina holds out her champagne glass to me: Let the air out there sometimes. I laugh yeeeha! and rush to the bar and over again: "What a beautiful dress."
My dream in pink. You must not die. I'll save you. Even if the customer does not like it. We flee across the border, change cars, rob a bank and figurehead on a ship, you and I flutter in the wind, the children proudly blouses over the sea. I take a deep breath.
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