“My brother Hans was thirty-eight years old when he was found dead in a Berlin hotel room. He had suffered a cardiac arrest caused by drugs. His death was a fact; the way he died a taboo.”

Addiction is still a great taboo, and with this poetic work Vivian Keulards breaks her own silence around her brother's dependency and death. Years afterwards she went looking: the book reflects her feelings, thoughts and memories during that quest. She visited Berlin, studied the family albums, and talked to many people who had dealt with addiction themselves. It is a personal story with a universal mission — to show the human being behind an addiction, and how thin the line is between being addicted and not.