Alles versucht

It smells of smoke, concrete, and desperate determination. Everything around seems to be playing war - the streets, thoughts, even the air trembles with tension. When fear has long been a neighbor and doubts are just background noise, one thing remains inside: the desire to regain some kind of peace. To grab a piece of what once belonged to you.

This is the soundtrack to the moment when a cornered person suddenly straightens up. Not a hero, not a villain - just someone who is tired of losing. Every beat is like a gunshot, every word is a step through an inner hell, where it is no longer scary, because yesterday was scarier. And at the end, after all this rumbling anger, you hear a quiet “Guten Morgen, Papa” - a reminder that beneath all the armor, there was once someone alive.