Alles versucht

It smells of burning, concrete and desperate determination. Everything around seems to be playing war - the streets, thoughts, even the air trembles with tension. When fear has long been a neighbour and doubts are just background noise, one thing remains inside: the desire to regain some kind of peace. To grab a piece of what once belonged to you.

This is the soundtrack to the moment when a cornered person suddenly straightens up. Not a hero, not a villain - just someone who is tired of losing. Each beat is like a gunshot, each word a step through an inner hell, where it is no longer scary, because yesterday was scarier. And at the end, after all this rumbling anger, a quiet ‘Guten Morgen, Papa’ can be heard - a reminder that beneath all the armour, there was once someone alive.