it's monday evening and trance and his house mates are having a party. just a stone's throw from where their grandmother once lived from where the butler and move once stood from the former front line if the cold war the grandchildren a celebrating with friends from around the world and it's a america. dear friends dear antonia celia i'm sitting on the terrace at twilight it's peaceful you're mine and my 3 grandchildren sleep untroubled in front of me are photo albums that date back to when i was younger than you are now how times have changed. as a 943 when i was 2 the same age is serious now it was wartime we were evacuated from central berlin our home to the country shortly thereafter our home was bombed