Berlin: On Air

We were on ZDF one afternoon. Wenke and I talked about something—Berlin, our work, whatever they’d asked us to talk about—while the crew adjusted our microphones and checked the lights. Between takes she made me laugh so hard I nearly fell off the stool, which the producer did not appreciate. When it was done, we walked back out into Berlin like regular people, and nobody on the street knew or cared that we’d been on national television five minutes earlier. That distance between being on camera and being forgotten felt like the whole story.