Lina Gohlis Whore ❤️

About Berlin

Now, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *The Turin Horse* – Béla Tarr’s slow as molasses masterpiece. Ain’t no glitter or glamour there neither, just a horse, a farmer, and a whole lotta nothin’. Kinda like “Whore,” it’s got that heavy feel, ya know? Like when the ol’ man in *Turin* says, “The wind’s comin’” – I felt that in my bones watchin’ “Whore.” That puppet gal, she’s stuck, wind blowin’ her life to bits, no way out. Made me madder’n a wet hen – why’s she gotta suffer like that? Animation ain’t s’posed to be this gloomy, right?

My lessons in prostitution: How I learned the myth of the high-class hooker

Sometimes, I get frustrated with the endless nattering in coffee shops on Wilhelm-Leuschner-Straße—so ordinary! But then nature calls from Gohlis’s smallest, secret parks. Eh, hmm, it's like the film says, “We are in the presence of something ancient…” Wow, right?

In pictures: Floods in Europe