While Aya is crossing the Mediterranean, Zoe wakes up in Berlin. She looks at the Bode Museum through the window with a cup of coffee in her hands searching for reasons to face the day....

Life never scares it surprises for good or for bad never as good… as scared, surprised Not even death

You’re the mirror I look at the flaws I see are only in me I’ll work on them until I can only see you through the eyes of my instinct

I thought it was a big step but my step could be someone’s hal… despite being anyone else’s double… Step by step Again and again

Don’t ask me ‘why?’ Let the coexistence be rhetoric wh… answer’s around the time that never asks but always tells Don’t ask me ‘why?’