Young people 1

Rotterdam -  It’s 1 pm. Three young people hanging around the afro-cosmetics-wig-international phonecall-shop. The boy with the leather jacket is complaining about something. It’s not clear what bothers him. Life in general it seems. The only audible words are ‘fuckin’ ... never’ and ‘fuckin'... always'. The girl tries to shush him, his other friend drinks his beer. I imagine their big black mothers in the morning, telling them to go out and do something with their lives. They got out.
Nies Medema – Migrationpapa