19:01 | Lisa Sebros
I was almost crying, when I entered the box. Stupid city, that won’t let me go, I hate you and your pretty roofs. The box is suffocating and my legs are shaking. I breathe in, try to empty my mind and start looking art you. Left, right, up and down. Ok, you’re beautiful. My thoughts won’t stop and are getting louder – each language wants to be heard, they all have something to tell you. But this is a time between you and me, so I´ll stick to the language we got to know each other in and that’s foreign to both of us . English it is. So I take a step forward towards the glass and start talking to you.
I have so much more to tell you, but the lights are dancing on the Kunsthaus, like a pulsating heart. Another alien in this city – at least we’re 2. The bells are ringing, our time is up. Bye for now.