I played allot of Lego and started to climb around trees. Kraftwerk’s 20min Autobahn was playing on my tape deck and water pistols made people dance on the love parade. Guys with water canons made people cry. Weizenbaum’s code would listen to my stories. A spaceship would slowly fly through a layer of fog. Lions and candles make me a men. The world does not end. Little messages get me on my own feet. Little messages burn me down. A channel full of kids moves me across borders. Contradictions break down the walls. The belief in words is lost.