Hello it's me | 2007/08 | Detail
Computerprint, Tinte auf Papier | 30 x 20 cm
computerprint, ink on paper | 12 x 8 inches
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translated by Marlies Ruß
It was during a school trip in grade 9.
Someone said we shouldn’t look outside. At that point
even the last one did look, of course. Our bus slowly
drove by the site of the accident. It must have happened
shortly before. A car stood at the roadside. The ambulance
was there. The police regulated the traffic. Somewhere
there was a bicycle. A person was lying next to it. We
only saw the feet protruding from under the blanket. It
was a man. Older than we were, at least.
For most of us, it was the first dead body we saw.
Our class teacher tried to help us.
I, too, had a long conversation with her. But it
wasn’t so much about that unknown man really, rather about
me. That I tended to be more withdrawn, quieter. I suppose
it was my reaction to my mother’s illness which had been
going on for several years by then.