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This is a really big deal for me.

Now I will relive everything
that’s happened to me,

together with you.

I'm so excited!

When I came out of the egg,

I didn't know anything yet.

I was totally green to the world.

Everything was completely new

and terribly exciting!

I went travelling to get
to know the world.

To find out what life is all about

and what really matters.

Woah, is that a UFO?

The greatest adventure for me

are all these different creatures.

I will never be able to get to
know and understand them all.

My heart always beats...

like crazy...

when I meet someone new.

Eyeing each other.

What kind of oddball are you?

I'm Pinkie, and you?

Sniffing each other.

Listening to each other.

I'm all ears. - Me too.
- Okay...

I am a girl and a boy!

I see.

Or even all talking over each other.

No, that's stupid.

You never let me finish.

There you go again!

But liking each other anyway…

and getting along.

Fooling around together,

Taking care of one another.

Did you hurt yourself?

Sharing our daily routine,

playfighting,

or just being silent

looking in the same direction.

For me, that's what
holds our world together.

Simply community!

And I was really unlucky.

I didn't have a good
starting point or shot.

You're put into the world, and
shortly afterwards it shuts down.

Even at party hotspots

it's just dead air.

Everything totally empty.

So much for the "Non Stop Shop".

And getting something to eat at night?

When pigs fly…

No traffic at all.

The whole world stands still.

Because of something
you can't even see.

It’s so tiny.

And yet has such a big effect.

Suddenly everything is different.

New things become precious.

If someone had predicted that,

no one would have believed it.

For me it was a shock.

Staying inside.

Avoiding contact.

You only talk to yourself.

And look for imaginary friends.

Or at some point you
even parrot yourself.

I see myself twice...

Boring...

No change of scenery helps,

not even 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8,
9, 10, 12, 17, 23, 31, uh...

I'm at home, I'm alone...

And a party? Looks like this.

Okay, the parrots are here,

and the cake looks delicious.

I’ll try it right away.

This is the new normal,

as it is written in the regulations...

Phew, that can't be all, right?

If I at least had brothers and sisters...

Surely you're happy...

... not be alone in lockdown?

No, you have to ask
why Covid is stupid!

Okay, I see...

I think Covid is stupid because

you can't go to school
and see other kids.

And my sister has
video calls all the time.

Because we’re doing home schooling.

It's really annoying.

Covid is ***, Covid is stupid, Covid is ***

Okay, got it.

As a family in a small space,
it's complicated too...

But the video calling
thing sounds interesting,

and I also want to learn something.

Then I'll just travel through the
internet instead of the real world.

Wow, everything is connected here.

Distances don't matter.

You can see people from the
other side of the world,

talk to them,

or even dance together.

Every experience, every thought,
can be shared instantly, worldwide.

I post all the things
the world doesn't need.

And you post them too,
you post them too.

You can take on new identities
and change them again and again.

In cyberspace everything is possible.

Walking through fantasy landscapes,

fighting monsters,

traveling through time and space,

or creating your own truth
with alternative facts.

It was like a rush.

I just stared at all the windows

and completely forgot about my body.

But always being online is
like sitting behind plexiglass.

You're just watching life and
it doesn't feel entirely real.

So if there are windows, I prefer
to look at them from outside.

I wonder who lives behind them,

in these identical apartments?

Everyone has their own history,
their roots, everywhere in the world.

And yet live together
peacefully, door to door,

I think that can work.

If everything has
it’s place and space.

But in daily life there
aren’t only clear forms.

Statics are not checked.

And obstacles are not
arranged at right angles.

That's where fair rules help.

But also a playing field only looks tidy...

when it is empty.

Every atom causes chaos.

Disorder arises super fast.

You no longer have a clear view.

But always only order
would be boring...

They say Chaos is creative.

That's true.

Hooray, I'm Pinkie Longstocking.

And my world is fun.

Because everyone has their
own world, in their head.

All these thoughts.
Or pictures, colours.

Sometimes you just
have to let them out...

on the toilet.

Or in a thousand shelves,

through which you can eat
your way as a bookworm

for a lifetime.

Without getting fatter,
but perhaps wiser.

Or you project the
images onto a screen.

So that everyone can join the world

and it doesn’t stay in one
person’s imagination.

It simply sucks you in,
as if into a whirlpool.

You're right in the middle
of it and so amazed.

I would never dream
up something like that.

And sometimes you
immediately feel at home.

So totally understood.

It hits you right in the heart.

I couldn't have expressed it any
better, because this is so pink!

Not only from the colour,

but also from the attitude!

Madness!

Many people have very
strange opinions about pink.

It used to be the colour of princes.

And today?

Seems like pink is only for girls...

Or...

not quite?

Hooray, there are exceptions.

Still some find pink

cheap

tacky

gay

or hipsterish.

But maybe that's a good thing:

pink has thousand cassettes,

uh, facets,

pink can mean anything.

So I'm a prince and princess,

an old bag,

a big softy

a unicorn,

a question mark.

Rocker,

racer

or runner,

everything is allowed.

Girl, boy or anything in between,

all flamingos love it flashy.

Because only those who are colorful

find a match.

Seni seviyorum (I love you)

Oh, you're so cute.

And let's face it,

You only love us so much
because of our color.

You even love us so much
that you kidnap us!

Or exhibit us.

Sometimes I really don't
understand you humans.

We are also a dream image for you.

Awaken wanderlust.

And give hope -

for moments when everything is simple.

You sit in the sun and live
only in the here and now.

Just let yourself drift.

Over small waves

that reflect the sky.

Daydreaming.

On your own personal island...

made of rubber.

Oh, I'm taking a break.

Have a good time.

Because when do you ever
get a moment's peace.…

You're usually under pressure.

Every minute is timed.

Because you have to be effective.

And to keep the energy level.

We no longer live in the Middle Ages.

Here everything is connected, too.

Every cog has to turn,

otherwise the system breaks down.

It gets cold and the lights go out.

That's why everything
has to stay in flux.

The movement must
never ever ever end.

There’s so much that needs to
be transported from A to B,

needing loads of tires,

roads, rails, trains,

ships, ferries,

containers, bridges.

The pulse of the city.

Sometimes the pulse races.

Because everything has
become too loud and fast.

Then you panic and look for the
light at the end of the tunnel.

Or you simply burn out.

Only then does the clock stop ticking.

Recovering can take a long time.

And sometimes you just
have to talk about it.

But there are also places

that don't let themselves be
rushed and simply persevere.

They are the opposite of to the
eternal pulse of the streets and tracks.

Every tiny particle offers resistance.

Tickled by the wind and caressed by light.

Some buildings also ally
themselves with nature.

Plants entwine and support
them until a thicket forms.

The perfect hiding place.

In such places, time
seems to stand still.

Otherwise no time is wasted.

How was it?

What others build today
some tear down tomorrow.

Ehh...

Anyway stone-eating aliens approach.

That can cause quite a ruckus.

Sometimes the soul of a whole
neighborhood is crushed.

And sometimes fragments remain.

Either way, the old is no more.

This could be a free space,
where everything is still possible.

But for how long? Time is money.

And the clock is ticking again.

Everything is in motion.

Hustle and bustle, into the night.

A thousand lights shine.

All the way to the horizon.

The twinkling gets more and more colorful.

I think it's dancing.

I want to celebrate too.

Once more…

Just once more, just once -

once doesn't count.

Yes, that's it.

The creature that
makes my heart burst.

But I'm so unlucky!

Seems like I'm a bird in the
bush rather than in the hand.

I'll never be happy again.

What a grey autumn day.

But what is that?

Oh, it's a miracle. You're real.

Should I dare to now?

Just say hello?

I don't know.

Okay, I'll do it!

Hey, you have a great voice.

It really warms my heart.

Oh, I know, I know.
You're singing just for me.

The conversations are
getting a little monotonous.

I've fallen head over feathers...

Must have been wearing
rose-tinted glasses...

I prefer rosy skies.

Until the sun goes down

and the season changes.

First, the world becomes more colorful.

And then everything...

fades away.

The whole world disappears.

Under millions of tiny ice crystals.

I like this silence.

Just listening to it.

Before life gets colorful and loud again.

I'm a babbling flamingo!
- That's a fact.

Risk of death
Isn't that dangerous?

Shitty weather!

We'll miss you!

Bye Pinkie, fly!

Once more!

Just once more, just once...

It was great with you folks,

hope to see you again!

Bye bye!