Year 16/28 – pt.1/2 – I venture out.

Because I eventually ran out of material, I thought it would be the perfect time to leave the house. Through Facebook, I got small jobs for restaurants and cafes in the city. They paid me maybe 10-20 euros for a video, but that was all I wanted. I thought it was cool enough that I could walk around and gather impressions to take me to the next level. Because I wasn't doing anything else besides school anyway, except pursuing my dream of becoming a filmmaker, I was praised for my speed. Then one day I thought: what I can do is good, now I just need a new challenge. Something bigger. So I went with my head held high to one of the most famous restaurants in Wiesbaden: Harput. There, I was greeted by the owner's son. He has been running the restaurant since he was young. Me, feeling like I was five feet tall, no beard, bowl cut: 'So, to do this really well, I'd need a few hundred euros.' I'd never seen that much money in my life, but I needed it to rent the equipment I'd read so much about to get high-quality footage. He looked at me, slightly shocked. Went behind the counter without saying a word. He looked at me again. He came back and pressed the money into my hand. You have no idea how happy I was. ('Huh, it worked?') I didn't want to keep the money, I was so happy because I could finally rent the equipment I had read so much about. Three days later, the big shoot would have taken place. I hardly slept the night before. 'How will it go? What if something breaks?' Pressure to perform for the first time. Fear. If you don't feel that, you haven't found your passion yet.