“It’s like a little moment: two days, maybe three. When you can...

“It’s like a little moment: two days, maybe three.  When you can forget about life and all the pressure.  The clubs are really, really beautiful.  The music is so good.  There are people from every age and background.  And everyone takes drugs.  Nobody cares what you do.  You can have hairy armpits.  You can have a girlfriend.  Nobody cares.  Everyone is just so happy to be there.  We all dance together and everyone is so kind.  It’s such a beautiful thing for an eighteen year old girl to see.  It’s the feeling I was looking for.  So I held onto it.  These people became my family.  But it was all an illusion.  They turned out to be lost like me.  They were just as vulnerable as me, but some of them were twice my age.  My friends have lost jobs from partying.  One of them lost his kid.  And deep down I know they’re sad because they didn’t do shit for themselves.  They missed something in their life and they know it’s too late.  So they just wait for the weekend.  Wait for that moment to come again.  And it always comes again, for two or three more days.  But it never lasts.  Because Mondays exist.  You wake up and you’re like: ‘Oh shit, it’s over.’ But that’s ok, because in five days it starts again.  Then one morning you wake up, and seven years have passed.  And you’re twenty-five.  And you still haven’t gone back to school.”
(Berlin, Germany)