The routes of Generation Separation are ambitious and exciting. Team Enemies reports about its trip from Cyprus via Serbia to Kosovo.
By Paul Nehf
The short Bangladeshi guy furrows his brow: „I’m sorry, you are late. I have to close in half an hour. And tomorrow is Sunday, I won’t be here.“ I take a deep breath. I know that begging is not one of my best skills. But we need to upload the videos now! In front of my inner eye I see Team Berlin already getting their knives out. Time for plan B. “How much do you want to let the computer running until Monday?”, I ask. The owner of the cyber café just next to our hotel in Nicosia looks at me for a while. Then he takes a calculator. I prepare myself for the upcoming bazar situation. How much will he say? Can I bargain him down to, let’s say, 30 Euros? “Okay…”, the Bangladeshi starts, “give me four Euro.” “Four?” I am astonished. Does he know that in this moment he is the life insurance for the GenZapp-Show of the following day? He probably is not aware. I give him ten Euros. It never felt so fair.
The next morning we (over)load our small rental car, press ourselves between all those bags of equipment and head towards the airport of Larnaka. Four pale ghosts after three days of almost no sleep. Leaving this beautiful island behind, the warm and friendly people, the stories around the inner-Cypriot border. Even the unofficially named Miss GenSep 2014.
Protagonists of our GenZapp-Show: warm and friendly people (and Miss GenSep with sunglasses).