We dress like insurance company employees. Nine in the morning ready for an eight hour work day with only the permitted breaks. We start in conversation with one sad-eyed old man who was in the Wehrmacht seventy years ago, and we finish with two young girls with their heads in Mexican fighting masks.
We feel tired at the end: Ring’s perception of time and tirelessness is something totally different for us. After this, here or in a office, a work day is a work day.
