Freiheit Angela Merkel war in meinen Augen schon immer irgendwie widerlich, auch wenn sich mein anhaltender Ekel zeitweise nur schlecht in Worte fassen lies. Er war ein stiller Mann, und immer so freundlich.

A wiry man missing his front teeth is standing in a poorly lit basement with a low ceiling.

There's a factory on the other side of the street. On top of that factory there's a piece of barrier tape fluttering in the morning sun. Every now and then a worker appears and vanishes again without leaving

There's a strange building beyond city lights Like the fading shadow of an unpleasant memory Pieces of broken glass, blood, and a gust of wind Slide through time and space, but remain motionless Reach