Gutgeschriebene Verluste

With elegant understatement, yet without regard for losses, Bernd Cailloux takes stock of a life led by someone who never cared much for balances. Berlin 2005. In the Schöneberg café Fler, a refuge for the remnants of old West Berlin, sits a sixty-year-old man. No home ownership, no family, no pension entitlements. Years ago, he had stood twice in the spotlight of history: the first time around 1968, as a co-inventor of the disco strobe light and a hippie businessman; the second time in the late seventies, as a whimsical figure in the young Wall City bohemia with its future world stars, victims, and traitors. Before, in between, and behind lay shadowy times where the hidden, yet no less spectacular dramas of this life unfolded.