„HORN? That’s where people have to go now?“ ,someone from a larger German documentary film Festival once said to me.
Horn is the sixth part of hamburg’s city and always seemed pretty normal to me. It is either because I have already lived in what is supposed to be the poorest part of Germany:
Or because the richer parts of Hamburg’s city seem so much stranger to me. The knowledge and the reality of life of the people in the subdivisions of the Elbe, in Eppendorf or even just on the Schanze are mysterious to me.
Or simply because I always knew I could leave.