One night in 2019, a small crowd gathers on a small sidestreet in the heart of Berlin, a tiny capilliary to the city's historic Friedrichstrasse. A concert awaits, by the young Romanian Daniel Ciabanu, seeking his artistic fortune in the shadowy echos of the city's great industrial past. Inside, a Pearl River piano sits incongruently in the former East-German administrative building, the spectre of post-war free-capitalism amongst the ghosts of both Berlin's great piano-making epoch and the former communist regime. Yet here, in this moment, they all seem to fuse, the healing power of the city's open embrace masked only by the shadow it casts.
Fly On The Wall