Libuse Jarcovjakova

West Berlin 1985 - 1990 Berlin in my memory is a long night, a wintery and raw landscape. The wall was omnipresent – the physical wall made of concrete, 165 km along the border. The confusion, not always knowing if I was outside or inside of the cage. The wall inside my soul – loneliness, the lack of warm human contacts, isolation. The hundreds of selfies I took during this period – just with the hope of finding myself again.

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