Christoph Kozik

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Follow Helene, who is in her mid-twenties and who is not nicknamed “Hell” for nothing. Her life is anything but relaxed, Helen jumps from one job to the next and privately she keeps stumbling into big and small blunders. Sometimes she wishes she were like her best friend Maike, who travels the world and has already had some success professionally. When she meets the cello teacher Oskar, something like consistency seems to develop for the first time. But can "Hell" lead a quiet and happy life - and does she even want it?

The everyday lives of teenagers, coming from various social backgrounds. For them, sexuality has become a substitute for love, resulting from emotional neglect.

Having failed to get into the police force, Margarete takes up training as a security guard. One night she runs into a sexually agressive ex-colleague who insists on hailing a taxi to take her home to his place. Enter Tiger: short brown hair, a tough girl and a fighter, the cab driver. Realising that the situation is far from consensual, Tiger speeds off with Margarete, leaving her companion standing in the street. It won’t be the last time she rushes to Margarete’s aid. Tiger lives in an attic flat with two men. She knows how to wield a baseball bat. Stealing a uniform from security and renaming Margarete ‘Vanilla’, she begins to steer her life in a completely different direction.

Clemens works as a masseur, Lara as a cook, but their clientele is the same: the guests of a luxury hotel. As sparks begin to fly between the two, his sensitivity clashes with her more fiery temperament—opposites attract, but harmony is nowhere in sight.

9-year-old Friedrich surprises a burglar.

Cynical musican and one-time criminal Jockel has to lead the inclusive choir at a care facility where his life gets turned upside down.

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The feature film 'After Spring Comes Fall' tells the story of a young woman who tries to escape the turmoil of the Arab Spring...

Around the year 2000, I was looking for a house in the countryside around Berlin. After two years, I found a former farmhouse and started renovating it. In the centers of the surrounding villages, enamel signs from socialist times were attached to walls and pedestals: “Death March April 1945” - with a red concentration camp triangle, a simple map with the route and a slightly abstract row of shaven-headed prisoners. Sometimes flowers were planted in front of them.