BERLIN(H)ER

The grey town has exuberantly found how to rediscover its colour with attacks of paint spray. From the somewhat austere Bahaussian architecture, comes the heavy metal sounds of music absorbed by the concrete. Behind the threshold of a door, we move from the frozen desert of the dark road into the excitement of a room where partying and liberty rule. Day will soon be breaking and we listen to the singing of Marlene Dietrich. In the ruins of Berlin, trees and flowers are perfuming our way …