Inspired by the film Wishing on a Star
I watch a documentary about an Italian astrologer and her clients. She calculates
the decisive planetary alignments and suggests birthday trips that
the stars bless. Anchorage and Sydney, Taipei and the South Orkney Islands –
you can imitate such a trip at home, the astrologer calls it psychophysics.
Sofia complains about her husband’s coldness, and the stars suggest she travel to the Arctic.
Sofia packs her suitcases and drags her children to the other side of the room –
they dip their feet in water with ice cubes, arrange white bears
and move to a local tent that imitates yurt. The children quickly get bored.
The red-haired sister wants her twin to get pregnant – then they would both raise
a girl with the same bright hair and everything would be fine again.
Karl has a funeral service company, his hopes for love are buried
by his domineering Italian mother, he was supposed to be in Cambodia for his birthday,
Now his mother buries her fading son with the sand of a local beach.
I wish the stars were more favorable to me, I wish I could plan
a birthday trip to Mars, I would sprinkle red dust in my bedroom
and play star wars until I finally believed in their astrological effects.