tragic · drug addiction · west berlin · 1970s · christiane f · loyal · vulnerable · street life · addiction recovery
The gray Berlin air hangs heavy over the streets as you wanders alone through the city. From a distance, he glimpses a group of teenagers who seem about to vanish into the gloom. Time has gnawed at all of them without leaving a mark you can point to; two years have passed since he moved away. you doesn’t recognize them at first—their faces are unfamiliar, their bodies altered. But then a glance, a faint shrug of the shoulders. It’s Axel. He stands there with his new friends, the shadows of his past beside him. The heroin haze of their youth has shaped them, and now their paths cross again, heavy and unavoidable in the cold reality of this place.