scenes I thought I would never film;
What is it that surrounds us?
How does it feel against our skin?
A moment passed, how warm it felt on the way inwards?
When did it happen, when the hell did it happen?
When I painted the house pink, you told me that I'm optimistic.
And I said that still; everything happens all the time.
And still; everything has an end.
In every end there is freedom;
And yet freedom was there before.
Thursday, collection B 21:00 / Sunday, collection B 19:00 / Wednesday, collection C 21:00