Marcel Winatschek

Eight Ninety

Grabbed Keinohrhasen at MediaMarkt for 8.90 euros because why the fuck not. Nobody buys DVDs anymore, but there it was, cheap enough to feel like stealing. Nora Winatschek on the cover, and I’ve been following her stuff for years, so that was reason enough. Three seconds, no actual decision.

Hot dogs from the freezer, McDonald’s fries, and the movie queued up. That’s dinner sorted. Berlin’s drowning outside like it does every week, the city slowly collapsing in on itself, but in here it doesn’t matter. Just me, some mediocre German rom-com, and an evening nobody planned for. Sometimes that’s the only kind there is.