:06:01
Nothing good to see on TV.
:06:07
You stumble over your colours,
and are never punctual.
:06:23
Still the same smell. But dustier.
She collected everything.
:06:28
Stamps, postcards.
:06:30
Even U-Bahn tickets.
She never threw anything away.
:06:36
Mother. My mother.
She never was.
:06:41
My father...
My father was my father.
:06:45
She is dead.
No tears, no grief. Maybe later.
:06:50
Dependant on everybody.
My sister. l have to get out of here.
:07:19
She's never loved me.
And you also just pretend.
:07:24
Be glad that they forgot about you.
:07:26
Want to die immediately,
don't want to go on living.
:07:35
My God, what will become of the boy?
He's only got music on his mind.
:07:45
What does he want now?
:07:48
l already bought him a guitar.
Does he wants drums now?
:07:56
l'm slowly getting fed up with it.
Won't he ever grow up?