I'm standing at the window on the first floor of this old building that watched the war come and go in my beautiful city called Berlin. I rolled the cigarette that I'm smoking while watching the young people strolling down the streets, screaming and laughing and having the time of their lives, not knowing that tomorrow after dawn everything can change. As time flies by and stops at the same moment I wonder If I should scream and laugh too, strolling down the streets with them, breathing and sharing their freedom or If It's my destiny to smoke this cigarette, close the window and keep that moment locked in me forever.