Marcel Winatschek

That Time We Were on Television

Wenke and I ended up on ZDF—Germany’s main public broadcaster—which is the kind of sentence that sounds more glamorous than it feels in the moment. Television at that scale has a particular texture: the green room that smells of someone else’s coffee, the lighting that flattens everything, the sense that whatever you say will arrive in living rooms completely stripped of the context in which you said it. I’m not sure what I expected. I remember more about the drive back than the segment itself.