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Director's Statement
A grey journey by train through the town of Bad Schandau in 1987. Children's yellow raincoats with party badges. Kilometre after kilometre of Czech buses on Vienna’s Brünner Street in 1989. Christmas. A girl half-frozen in the snow. Fields of Dutch tulips. A beer on a beach in the North. Seven Seconds. Corpses and tears in front of the TV-news. Strawberry punch on a balcony of a housing project. A little girl in her pink mini skirt by a newsstand in Sarajevo. School uniforms and two Chinese plastic dolls in Romania 1981. Autumn wind. Rubik's cube. A red kite in the sky. Images.
lt all started in the year 1990, around the time when the Iron Curtain fell. For me, a time for being young and having babies or not … Then the war that has pre-occupied us (or not) since 1992. The war that we sometimes feel so sick of. The war that returned, that does not seem to end. The war that shook up our world view. Just as the fall of the Iron Curtain seemed to have left nothing unchanged. Alternatives are scarce. We want to avoid thinking about it. We find it hard to take a position.
Nevertheless, there are characters like Jasmin, Tamara, Senad, Valentin and Roman. They keep coming back. They change and move (through the actors), but still end up almost exactly where they were at the very beginning. Yet things still move on. And we all seem to be grown up now.