»My first video camera 1993. Dirk and I are sitting on a bed filming each other. I say to him: ›I’m 27 years old and absolutely whacked but at least I’m going to lift my little brother’s spirits one more time!‹ Whatever my intention was then, there’ve since been numerous situations when I have filmed us together. Capturing our life on camera every so often has been both protection and memory. Dirk died and our family broke up – yet Dirk was my family! We shared a certain closeness, a sense of humour that perhaps can only exist between brother and sister. His heroin addiction was a side phenomenon which we both had to live with, always borne by the belief that one day he might get over it. In the summer of 2010, I began to open some of the boxes with all the cassettes, raw material and short private scenes that I had previously never watched. Everything was brought back to life.«
– Britta Wandaogo

»The material that Britta Wandaogo had at her disposal consists of hours and hours of recordings which she – more or less off the cuff – taped in her brother’s company. Showing him high or asleep, waking up, charming, repeatedly charming, and then really high, incoherent and in despair. Ms Wandaogo sometimes in the picture, being filmed by him, classified as his co-dependent, belittled and loved, exploited and placed on a pedestal. Material that flinches with tension.«
– Michael Sennhauser, Radio DRS2

In this documentary film, as in most of her work, Ms Wandaogo radically turns the private sphere inside out.