Romaticism has always been a big part of me. I have especially grown fond of social housing from the GDR, to many a very grey and dark place. I see the many stories that are kept behind these doors. I'm sure many of the are bad, but i still believe there is more than sadness.
Come with me and explore the world of three young adults, living in one of the million flats in the these buildings. Too what extent is the documentation a figment of my imagination, to what extent might it be reality?