Du bist so heiss wie ein Volkan Speaking about the work on “Young and Beautiful”, François Ozon said: “The most difficult thing in describing the problem of student prostitution in our time is to find the line that separates the norm from the perversion, and youth culture from sexual exploitation.” Since the eagle, anal, sado-maso, a group woman after half a dozen joints, a drunken piles sin with a video recording of especially hot strawberries on a mobile phone, disconnection with a tender cheek, a silk curly in a puddle of their own vomit - these are all now ordinary, not causing special emotions for either participants or spectators, elements of student growing up. Against this background, the modest, contraception, fringing souls sterilized act, equipped with the transfer of denotes, looks almost like an example of decorum and concern for the dignity of all involved in it. And – referred to a couple of years earlier, the literary Valhalla Sonia Rossi, who unsophisticatedly told the city and the world about her irretrievably but depraved youth and unrestrained, selfless f**king in Berlin the beginning of the zero.
In the year of the release of her first biographical novel “Fucking Berlin”, the writer, published under the pseudonym Sonia Rossi, suddenly became one of the most popular media characters in Germany: almost no topical talk show could do without her figure in chlamyd, wig and huge black glasses (she was protected from physical recognition as well as from revealing her own name incognito). Rossi spoke about herself willingly and beautifully: she was born on the paradise-volcanic island of Stromboli off the coast of Sicily in a family of moderately bourgeois, civil, Catholic, in Berlin she applied immediately after her school certificate with honors to expand her horizons, entered the mathematics department of the Free University of Berlin, as much as she could - worked as a waitress, but would you live on it? On the announcement of the search for girls for a sex chat in front of the webcam, she answered for the first time more from despair (no money, and to the salary - seventeen days), I thought to intercept the poshchenka or two to deal with debts and jump off, but - pulled in, got used to easy money, moved from the format of sex virtual to the format of real, much more profitable, and the adish of the city of Berlin absorbed her - because as an insidious enemy who is happy in darkness, everywhere the secret path creates himself depravity, he, to the chest of the city, does not take her child / the child.
Particularly piquant to the reaction of the authorities and the media to the revelations of Rossi was the fact that she was never opposed from the point of view of public morality (and indeed - why would prostitution be legal in Germany), but always - resenting the very assumption that a student in Germany is forced to sell her body to make ends meet. The student unions roared over Sonya with canonade, scattering details of their own efforts to help underprivileged students, loudly echoed by representatives of the Bundes Lands youth policy departments, scandalized by unappetizing conclusions about their work. A salvo to the trade union-powerful cannonade was Rossi’s article in the student newspaper Unicum, which presented with merciless accuracy the cost of living calculations in Berlin, equipped with parallel calculations of hourly wages in call centers, bars, hospitals – all those places where a student can in principle find part-time work without interruption from study – with a yawningly insurmountable hole between debit and credit. In addition, the author of the article stated, working in a brothel is much more pleasant than in an office because of the relaxed, devoid of unnecessary stress, thorn, hostility, family almost atmosphere and touching, sincere mutual help, common between prostitutes and completely absent in any competitive environment. We read and discussed novels – classics, contemporaries, we had the strength, time and internal resources for this. And now tell me, where, in what other professional stratum colleagues discuss between themselves Houellebecq and Vladimir Kaminer?
Florian Gotczyk’s film to the author’s ruthless honesty with figures was not ready. The director, who is already working in a new, much less generous than in zero, flowing milk and honey Germany, did not want to pump up, he wanted to walk around the screens and shoot cream, and therefore decency introduced into the narrative many explanations of the financial collapse of this romantic, frivolous, impractical student from a mathematical, condemned, like Baudelaire, “to daily metropolitan existence.” Having thus become prostitutely almost lower than she (" She is ready to sell for a copper penny, but it would be ridiculous to pretend to be a saint and a prude before her - I am also one of these: I will sell my best poem for half a penny)