From left to right, Jade Boyd, Nikolaus Tunis, André Schneider, Jennifer Eberhardt
Really, there are worse situations, worse circumstances, than the ones I endured this morning. Waking up, lazy, and not having to dress or make any other effort than saying hallo, wie geht's or giving a hug to the small crew of the Second Beginning- the reason why I'm in Berlin for almost two weeks. Unlike the other members of the crew, I didn't have to take the U-Bahn (underground) and the S-Bahn (suburban train) and fight the -14° morning, mumbling "es ist arschkalt!" (it's freezing cold). I just wrapped up warm under the blanket and the spotlight, pretending to be sleeping. For the next 3 hours, like the niedlichen creative ants they are, André, Niko, Jen and Jade would turn around and shoot as many sequences as needed to tell the story André wrote. And while they punctuated my false sleep with "sound ready, camera ready, scene 8.2, sequence 4, take 1, 2, 3 or 4, 5, ...15", I counted sheep, wandered through wild thoughts: ach mein Gott, that's a big microphone Nikolaus has; is Berlin really 9 times bigger than Paris? no wonder it's so cheap to be living there; I wouldn't mind a nth cup of coffee; is it the downstairs landlady's panties that I found under my pillow?; I shouldn't have taken that much garlic really; they all are ever so kind to speak English whereas I play with a few German sentences like a 4-year-old boy with his Chicaboo; is it André who suggested we should go to that foreskin competition?...
- Laurent, wake up, we're done with your scene.
- Wie bitte?
Acting is a hell of a difficult job nowadays.
