‘Gloomy day in northeast Germany, aged city, routinely days. You can smell history in the air. There’s grace in its might told by the stories of old, strength in its artifacts from cultures untold, a fallen wall that stands the test of time; The past is dead, but we are alive. We fear oblivion and so we’ll let the city above ground remember. We go underground for light and more. Paint the walls with passion for life and colour the city with creation and love. Free people dance.’ – One Day
