Horst the Brutal

Series “Inspiring Voyeurism”

So I kept delving into postcards with a gold-feverish enthusiasm. Was it ethical to wake up foreign fates? Were I a marauder of alien memories? Or probably a priest and re-activator of vanished past?

The next postcard was a completely different story, another reality, like our lives always are.

Your another tourist sightseeing photo from Bamberg, a historic city somewhere in Bavaria. But this image doesn’t matter in our case, because…

A clumsy, childish handwriting, dated with 19th January 1970, addressed to somebody named Thomas Merkel:

What have planned Horst the Brutal and his friend Thomas in their basement? Were they about to design a brutal torture chamber? Or did they rather launched a basement a brütal hard rock band, using egg cartons as soundproofing?

But this also doesn’t really matter.

The only thing that counts is this childhood’s glare, shimmering through the kiddy handwriting: tiny sorrows, strong friendship, common projects and this little Horst The Brutal, hellish missing his friends.

In my series Inspiring Voyeurism we are seeking for truth behind the found postcards. And since the truth is just a social construct, every story is real.

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