Andreas Köpnick

I entered the building at number 24 on Türrschmidtstrasse with a red plastic bag containing four small video cameras that were swinging like potatoes. I had already switched them on in the S-Bahn train. Two cameras each for the two studio rooms, mounted high in the corner of the rooms, for the next four weeks. Once the video monitoring had been switched on, I left a few hand-held cameras with empty memory cards and fully charged batteries behind me and went away.
The guests had been warned in advance. They came one after the other: for a few days in Berlin-Lichtenberg. There were lots of e-mails, phone calls, sets of directions, plans for arriving and leaving again, and, ultimately, a hard drive full of video files.

Isabelle Krötsch, Hans Kremer

February, 2016