Reinhardtstrasse (Reinhardtstraße)

I will stay red until tonight!

You are not red anymore.

Asshole!

Asshole!

Asshole!

Asshole!

Asshole!

Asshole!

Asshole!

Asshole!

Asshole!

It is always the same question.

When you go downhill just past Reinhardtstrasse,

whether you enjoy the downward movement and let go of the bike,

or whether you pedal, so you can go even faster?

So, do you enjoy going downhill and let go,

or don't you enjoy it and try to move even faster?

I think I pedal a little.

I noticed, that when I don't think

I simply enjoy going downhill.

But when I think, I pedal and I don't enjoy it anymore!

My mother is already here.

Hello!

Hello!

And the silly thing is,

that since I had this thought for the first time,

it came back to me again and again at this point on Reinhardtstrasse,

- so that going downhill— - Morning!

Morning.

So that going downhill is not as enjoyable as it used to be.

Next time you can force yourself not to pedal consciously.

At the beginning you might not enjoy it but...

You are right.

Hello mum.

Hi, my dear, there you are.

I unpacked the carrots and potatoes.

Oh god, I forgot the crisps.

- What? I brought crisps. - Yes?

- Oh, you want the books back. - Sure!

But after a while she will be able to enjoy it.

I also have a thought at a certain point on Reinhardtstrasse.

- Or rather a problem. - What is it?

On a certain crossing I never know how to get into the bikeline.

Hello!

Hello Nadine!

- Good to see you. Are you o.k.? - Yes. And you?

God, that looks terrible.

It looks terrible but it wasn't that bad.

Do you remember our neighbours?

- Did you hear it, too? - Unbelievable!

They moved to Australia!

No, the youngest stayed here.

- Who was it again? - Didn't you go to school with him?

Ah, I know. He was so handsome.

I always feel like I obstruct the traffic.

And then I expect the cars to blow their horns.

Draw the situation and I can show you

how to get into the bike lane.

You still have the teapot?

Of course.

I don't have mine anymore.

I poured hot water, like always.

I placed it on the sideboard.

And then I turned away.

And suddenly I heard a sound.

Plop!

As if it had waited for me to turn away.

I turned around,

and looked,

and there it was.

Broken into two pieces that were still moving slightly.

And around it, a steaming lake.

Can I take a shower first?

O.k.

I have seen the pictures in the party room.

They are beautiful!

Did you make them for today?

No, I had them already.

On my computer.

They are digital collages.

When I'm working in the office, when I design posters or illustrations,

I sometimes end up with parts of images

that I can't use for the project I'm working on.

I collect these in a folder.

Sometimes at night

I assemble these pictures into new pictures.

Janine wanted me to print out three of these collages

and put them up for her party.

She also said that they are beautiful.

Mark gets the music.

Mark is looking for the music.

When I used to live with my parents, I had a sketch book.

I observed things and drew them.

And other things I drew from imagination.

And when I was bored,

I took the sketch book and looked at it.

I took the sketch that I liked most when flicking through it

and copied it to good paper.

After finishing the drawing

I put it on my desk.

In the right corner.

A carrot dropped from my hand.