I just like to stay silent

I grew up in a city, Dusseldorf, that was 80% obliterated, flattened. The river was there, but the bridges were gone. The buildings were rubble and chimneys, most of the streets were empty and you had these streetcars driving from nowhere to nothing. As a boy, of course, you think that this is the way that the world looks because you don’t know any better. Then it begins to dawn on you through magazines and newspapers and newsreels at the movies and the movies themselves–there is another world out there with peace and beauty and tranquility. There are different horizons out there and of course I was attracted to that Promised Land. Everything I associated with pleasure in this dire country was America.

Paris, Texas. Win Wenders, 1984.

via Kitsune Noir