The golden proportion- these are your choices. What you like. What you live. Your street. When you lean your head. The spooky coincidences. Your criticism. The observer's words are untold declarations of embarrassment. ...Something else should always have been said. Ruins of the 70s decade. The cheerful immigrant takes care of his bright white-painted garden. Einstuerzende Neubauten - they fill with new couples. What is that thing which makes you so powerful? What is that thing which justifies each thought of yours on stage? From which magic source do you draw your audacity?