Excerpts of diary here

Sept. 13th 86
One day before zero. Next NO time.
First and last rehersal. Or rather, we are recording the script together. In the background "Velvet Underground". There are images. Friedrich is emptying my fridge. A grey saturday. The camera is yet unborn, we film with our bodies. We have to forget about the film of the last sixty years, eliminate, switch it off.
Gesine smiles - the impersonation of a tear moves through longing. HUGE. We don't think about film, this is cinema, magic, to create an inner experience, and Oliver nods.

Met Blixa at Ritterstraße. The original concept of his part - a hommage of our common admiration for Artaud - is getting out of hand. We go through his script once more. Forgot the metal-hand. He probably hasn't had much sleep for a few days. "Just tell me, what you find important about your script?" His notes are flowing over with sentences. No simulation here either. Blixa IS the one-armed prisoner. THE VISION.

Oct. 10th 86
Obentrautstrasse. At and with Kloie. The unvoluntary re-take, as the scene was almost completly destroyed, because of a tear in the negative film., which happened at the lab. The sentimentality of the "last day of shooting"Friedrich makes us quickly forget. After he had smashed a few glasses and bottles, after bananas were flying through the room and a pretty serious fight broke out between Oliver and him - we quickly threw him out.

A while later, I look out of the window while lights are being changed and I see Friedrich attacking some turkish people who are leaving the nearby karate-sports center (!). Immediately we ran outside, together with some musicians, who watched it all too. But Friedrich is calready knealing in the street with a bloody nose and a black eye, surrounded by those turkish people. He is shouting: "I am an asylum-seeker, too! I am an asylum-seeker, too!"