What happened? It looks like Versailles was nothing but a trailer park somewhere in the vicinity of Cologne. There are empty bottles of Coke. There is fruit on the table. The furniture is half royal, half brothel. A fake fire-place in gold. An apocalyptically huge gold cat, one of these which can move their arm as if waving. And in the middle of all of this there are two women, both blond in a very cheap way. The one is shouting at the other: “Ja Mann, Ja Mann, Ja Mann”. She is doing something with her fingers that ressembles what Axl Rose might have done back in the days. There is a heavy metal feeling to the whole thing mixed with the pride of being bling. “Ja Mann”, shouts the woman again, then she kisses the other woman on the mouth. She has large breasts, the one kissing. The other looks older, thinner, a litte worn by life. “Ja Mann.” More kissing. Oversexed. The one is crying. She has won, it turns out. Something. “Ich liebe dich”, shouts the one not crying, she is wearing a black dress and high boots. The other is wearing a dress of light pink, more old-fashioned. It looks like Liberace without Michael Douglas, without 100 million dollars, without proper light and proper music. The sex involved in this case is a projection of what might have happened two hours, two days, two years ago. Between those two or an army of men. Everything seems past about this scene. Why are they here? These women who look like they want people to think they look like Ukrainian prostitutes and feel good about this thought. Why be ashamed. There is nothing wrong with Ukrainian prostitutes, they are saying. There is a sense of freedom in seeing them kiss each other. Then one is leaving, the one not crying. She goes through a door. She walks through something that ressembles nothing, but in blue and orange. She is on a stage with Pamela Anderson who seems confused. Maybe she thought she would be booked to open another car-dealership in Reno. But this is not Reno. This is German television. There is another woman on stage who looks a monster from a children*s book. And a very very small guy with blond hair who talks fast. You can see when he exhales. It must be cold in Cologne? Is it Cologne? It turns out Cologne was Big Brother. But this is Promi Big Brother. This is Berlin. The Capital of Bling? Election night. And Jenny Elvers won. “Du bist wieder da”, that*s what the other woman had shouted at Jenny before she left to go on stage with Pamela Anderson. Now Jenny is standing there. She is back, as promised. Back from the living, back from the dead. She cannot smile. She knows. She has been there. She has seen it all. A few minutes later it is on Wikipedia.