“How did you two meet?”
“It’s actually a really funny story. One night me and my brother went out clubbing. I got so drunk that I bumped into a lamppost. In spite of my blue eye we weren’t planning on going home. Once we entered the pub I saw him and he approached me. Somehow he and my bother got into a fight. It looked worse than it was but the three of us got kicked out of the club by the bouncer. Once we got outside all of us were a bit confused. We didn’t really know what to do so we all ended up drinking Vodka at my brother’s place.”

Two seconds later they completly convinced me with their tinkerbell bags.

Both of them: “We are best friends!!!”

Girl on the left: “I also have another friend, I know her since I was inside my mums tummy..”

Girl on the right interrupts: “But she is not her best friend, I am!”

“You mind if I take your photo?”
“I know why you want to photograph me. It’s because I am stoned and black.”
“You think you are black?”
“I know I am black and I am proud of it.”

“I was born in a town called Dresden in the East of Germany. For many years my parents and grandparents lived under the Sovjet regime. At home we don´t really talk about it that much. Every now and then my parents will tell stories about life in the east before the fall of the Berlin wall.”
“Why do you think that is?”
“I think because those times were pretty rough. Some people could not see their families for years and many people just randomly disappeared because they did not agree with the regime. I also think many people don´t really talk about it that much because it´s not considered as history yet. It wasn’t that long ago.”