The alarm clock radio in my room turns on on the third program. Starting the day with random notes of the moment. I always wake up with an alarm so I don’t wake up countless times before. My first thought, almost always, is the final images of the dream. I’m trying to clear this up in my mind. I open wide all the windows and shutters in the apartment. Daylight hits my eyes along with fresh cold air. An abrupt transition that I repeat every day and regret the defrost every day.

The start of the day can take a long time depending on my commitments. At the moment, my co-author and I are finishing the following script. I use the dining room next to the open window as a second office. I have an open laptop in front of me, we usually look at each other sympathetically. I sip my coffee, trying to organize the pile of micronotes scattered across the table. I mark everything wherever I find it. The list of supermarkets is jumbled with images from a dream and a movie that I want to watch again. I’m trying to convince myself to go back to the script.

From the pedestrian street I can hear the passers-by fighting on the steps of Lycabettus. I stop what I’m doing when I hear tourists talking. I distinguish the languages ​​I recognize and guess the ones I’m not sure about. Images of the countries I have visited come to me, and I create new ones from those that I dream of going to. And so different cities and exotic places pass through my house. Let’s get back to the script.

Kitchen. My fridge is almost always full and I cook almost every day. The more difficult the spelling, the more difficult the choice of food. I use this time as a great excuse to take a break. I sort my thoughts, and if I come up with something that makes me happy, the chances of the food burning go up! I talk to my friends on the phone. In the blink of an eye, our conversation shifts from the tiny details of everyday life, practical and not so, to the big plans and violent fears of our lives as we load up the washing machine and run out of fabric softener. I fill it in the list of supermarkets.

“I drink my coffee while trying to sort out the piles of micronotes scattered across the table. I notice everything wherever I find it.”

I’m trying to get back to my routine. I’m sorry I didn’t have enough time. I am late. I open my laptop again. Usually in the same script scene, now with a fresh look. Time is ticking back: I still have two hours to finish what I’m writing by the time I speak with Tracey in America (my co-author). Now, when time is running out, my thoughts run faster, they overcome the barriers of my mind. And at this moment of the day, at dusk, my favorite time, I run to catch up. The liveliness of the west turns me on. It’s Zoom time. After 12 years of friendship and cooperation, hours of joint writing flow easily even in disagreement. The day comes to an end, and at the beginning of a new evening, I always look optimistically at the work of the next day.

Let’s say a day of some routine is over. I almost always watch movies. I prefer cinema, but I always have an SOS film that I want to study. I always wonder why we watch movies at night. Does the weariness of the day help to surrender to the story of another reality?

22.00

Walk with friends. Walk to the center. Usually almost running, because I was late. I go to one of the bars we frequent or have a bite to eat. Lots of discussions, recurring regularly. We fit all our news together with laughter and moans into a few hours.

Returning home. With the mood left over from the last conversation.

Sonia Lisa Kenderman’s first feature film The Tailor is now streaming on Ertflix and available on Apple TV, Amazon Prime and Mubi. It has become widespread in many countries, among them Japan, Spain, Austria.