Seid befreit

The first sentence sounds like the prelude to Melville's Moby Dick: "I am Mo." But there is no one to be seen, just dark streets in the pale glow of a lonely lantern, deserted. "I was born in the winter of '76. Our house stood right next to the wall." Mo enters only after turning the page. A stage of gloomy, washed-out brown tones, with the anti-fascist protective wall, restricted area and Mo's home in the background. She is the only splash of colour in the midst of this dreariness - blonde hair, blue shirt, and in contrast to the backdrop more of a caricature. It is this contrast that makes Sandra Rummler's debut so refreshing and appealing. She tells of growing up in East Berlin and the sudden disappearance of her world: now the backgrounds become colourful, but remain blurred, as it were. A true feast for the eyes, as artistically splendid as unique. This debut reads like a dream that touches on a fleeting moment in our history.