She’s in ecstasy, dancing with her sunglasses on. Not with large, wild movements, but more restrained. She’s standing on a sink that long ago lost its function. Slowly, she’s peeling away from the wall. Maybe behind her sunglasses, her eyes are closed; sie träumt von der Vergangenheit—she dreams of the past.
The Hackesche Höfe is a small graffiti oasis in a part of Berlin now filled with expensive shops. What once gave the city its vibrant color is now a protected and secluded space, reminding us of a time gone by, before East and West were united.