Arriving after a 14 hour drive we were greeted by a leather clad Dominico-an Italian from the mountains in the middle of Italy, but now living in Colonge. He told me immediately that I had not answered to his facebook greeting because I'd seen his photo and thought "$%!* off"! Surprised, since I had replied with great curteousy, I realised very quickly here was someone who was used to the rougher side of life and expected that on a daily basis. I was told later over wine, pasta and southern Italian songs about his bar that was right next to a nunnery that were fortunate enough to have a wild risqué display every evening on their security cameras. Even later in the artsy Kreuzberg district, I was told about an insident outside the Colonge embassy not too long ago. Beginning to realise why this man is an essential componant in the making of this DDR documentary, I saw how reactionary people can get once placed so near to such tight control--of any kind, be it religious, state or domestic.