The last two days were a nightmare, one catastrophe linked to the next as if I needed the power of the last days to survive all this ... but who cares, who wants to read the normal struggle of everyday life as an artist: I just tell 30 seconds of my messy day... I met her again, who is kind of a warning sign of Berlin Kreuzberg, the cross-mountain to where I moved more than seven years ago. She seems to be here since centuries:

She used to hang out at O-Bar, were I went for the first time in the early eighties, with two "real" Berliners who wanted to show me Berlin. The first evening they took me to the O-bar, which was introduced to me as " this is Berlin". O-Bar was the Oranienbar in Oranienstrasse which existed until I think one or two years ago near Oranienplatz. It was here were I met the first shockingly human trace of a monument of Berlin social sculpture, often considered as foam of the bear or as rubbish can behind the grand hotel. She, sunshine lady, was the woman who was introduced to me as "this is Berlin Kreuzberg". During the years that I lived here she is one of the people that always make me think that time stopped and still throw me into a feeling of horrible rush and lost life chances. While everything in Kreuzberg seems to change, these people remind you of an existence which is neutrally alive and seems to never change...a constant in the fluid development of life? Present and still somewhere distant performing an ongoing nonexistent task of suffering or just tapping through the darkest side of life. She is called the "Sunshine-lady" because she once left on a LSD trip called sunshine and never returned. Tall and thin as a stripe, one could say "a stick with hair", she is crossing the aimless streets of life, her face drown in desperate drink at the edge. When you see her you think she's a biological example for human toughness... or she'll be dead tomorrow or this is the last time I'll see her you think, this woman wrapped and stuck black ripped clothes, Indian chains around her neck and wrist, always going around for coffee and cognac, whiskey, bear a cigarette to enlighten her life.