A woman in her mid twenties, moves from Poland to Berlin hoping to develop an artistic career after graduating as a painter. In order to support herself, she pursuses freelancing cleaning jobs in town. One of her customers is a well known gallery owner and art collector. Weronika once a week cleans one of his lofts full of art pieces. The monochrome apartment slowly and patentily fills and disappears under Weronika's strong presence and the white coverage of washed sheets she hangs on every item to dry.
"I came here to clean those Germans" she says and shakes the dirt off the just-washed sheet.
I filmed my best friend during one day of her daily life in a new town, where she was only beginning to establish herself as a part of its organism. This film is an hommage to another female I admire and a specific kind of a visual poem/composition I constructed out of the filmmed images, where I treat her as a central character of the painting, and where every white or grey sheet is a background underlying her - but also my - fragility and strenght. It's a love letter, it's a memory I wanted to keep.