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It were too many people to remember all of them clearly. When I try to look back, I feel as if I remember only half of them I got to know during
this relatively short amount of time
I spent there.
The police officer, who couldn't be alone.
The woman, who lost everything but didn't learn from this. Her husband, who got almost killed in an accident and was eventually murdered-
I felt like watching a bad movie, but unfortunately it wasn't
a bad movie, but the truth.
When the party was over I asked Chris if he knows anything in particular about the circumstances of his friend's story. Instead he explained to me how he - Chris - tries to gain his personal happiness, how he's going to be shooting his next movie, why he once thought of joining the army.
I am tired, I want to argue but I know already
that I can't reach
him. He is born and raised in another world.
LAUREN, CALIFORNIA
10 square meters, no windows, no air. Six hours
left. I sit at the
table and think through it again and again. Who does she work
for? The rumors I was told beforehand don't make sense
anymore:
Cheerleading. Porns. And now Christmas presents
for her grand-
father? Regardless of which side she is on, she is brilliant in not
letting us know what she plans to do. Who's the brain behind all
these notes? She doesn't talk much about it, and I still have
difficulties to decipher what I know so far. I feel stuck.
I sit at the table and think through it again and again.
Who does she work for? Regardless of which side she is
on - who's the brain behind all these notes? She doesn't talk
much about it.
I have a hard time to breathe. I switch off the light. Infinite
darkness, no air. 1,5 hours left. I see light, which comes
through the door frame. I move my head away, I look into
the dark. Nothing. I am covered with darkness, I am
swallowed by the dark. When I am ready to tune my
ears
to listening to the darkness, I realize that I hear
her voice.
HER VOICE:
Yes. No, I don't know what her plans are.
No, yes- but she's the one who tries to control us,
doesn't she? The cameras, yes, I know. But she could
have done a simulation easily afterwards as well.
All of the sudden a glint of light in the rear. My chair scrabbles
loudly on the floor and I feel unsteady when I eventually climb on
it in order to peep through the hole. Boxes, piles of boxes. A man
sits in the background in front of a control monitor. Who is it?
HER VOICE:
But she could have done a simulation easily afterwards.
I am taken aback. Who is this person? Who is editing a video
about a person who talks about me? About me, while I am sitting
in the room next door?
The door is opened, no time left. Who is who? For whom do I work for?
Regardless of which side I am on - who's the brain behind all these notes?
I don't talk much about it. I get angry, I feel stuck- why couldn't I
just do a simulation of all this afterwards?