Violett ohne Ende

Vor der Kamera mimen die ungleichen Schauspielerinnen Jule und Ewa ein Liebespaar in der angesagten TV-Soap „Liebes Leben”. Doch bald wird aus gespielter Zuneigung echtes Herzklopfen – dabei stehen die beiden privat doch eigentlich auf Männer. Was als unverbindliches Experiment beginnt, wird zum Wechselbad der Gefühle auf einem turbulenten Roadtrip quer durch Hamburg, der ihr bisheriges Leben für immer verändert.

650 Seiten Chaos, Romantik und prickelndes Vergnügen.

Der Sammelband mit VIOLETT IST ERST DER ANFANG, VIOLETT IST NICHT DAS ENDE und neuer Kurzgeschichte EIN PLAN FÜR ZWEI.

Zwei Frauen wie Feuer und Dynamit!

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Enjoy the trip and click the pics to find the english subtitles below! Translated by hephylax - thank you sooo much!!! It is so awesome for me to read my words in a different language ...

"You'd make a great couple. Young, attractive, incredibly cute. Blonde and brunette, brown-eyed and blue-eyed, a little butch and femme, you have chemistry."

"Luuule, sure killin me." There were first outages in the Bogacz language center. Surrendering to gravity, Frau B. slouched down on the cushions with her arms stretched wide looking like a toppled over Ampelmännchen. The red one, of course.

"Ewa, what's the name of your roommate?" "Ffffziia." Well. In sober that meant Felicia? Finja? Frieda? Or taking the high mumbling factor into account, Pia? Sophia, something with ia? That would make a difference in an alphabetically sorted contact list.

"Do you play football?" – "Whoa, Jule, stop." Ewa raised her arms. "What's going on here? Are you trying to turn me into a lesbian?"

"Jesus Christ, how am I supposed to just turn off this reflex, from one minute to the next, after thirty years of practice? How? And, hey, don't try to tell me that you didn't notice that ass."

For one of them it was Snoopy, for the other probably the most embarrassing G-string ever.

"Jule, do you think I started driving yesterday?" How would I know, Bogacz? Maybe you can get licenses in Warsaw on the farmers' market.

At breakfast at the latest, I'll drop a Diddl cup and watch you blubber, hippo.

Tornado in Hamburg. And when Bogacz was finished with her lying kin, it was a safe bet that there would be no stone left standing in the Hanseatic city.

"So you're giving me a red rose today, at this moment – because...?" – "Because we've managed to put up with each other for an entire day now."

“Th-th-think, I think it could... use some brittle chips."

"And, by the way, there's the main station once again." Ewa gave her a blazing side-glance. "Ey, if I hear the word station one more time, I'll get out of the car!"

A dark tunnel. It really existed, and she staggered into it, torn out of the here and now. Only, she wasn't floating forward to the sound of angels singing but stumbled blindly backwards.

"How far can you see anyway?" Jule sighed: "You don't want to know." - "I see. The trash can over there, is that still okay?" - "Which one? Oh, you mean that green spot?" - "It's red", Ewa said. "The small green one is a child."

"Popcorn?" – "Excuse me?" Jule's voice rose a few octaves. "Geez, how can you think about that corn crap in a moment like this?" – "Er...cinema? Hello? It's a must." – "Today there'll be kissing, not noshing."

"Bogacz, this is a car. This is a hairpin und you are Polish." – "Jule!" Reprimand. "Man, your fucking prejudices are really getting on my..." – "Sshhh. Keep calm. Right now I think your talent is great." – "I can't break into cars!"

"Fan mail is nuclear waste." – "Jule!" A shocked reprimand. "What?" A bitchy answer. "That stuff contaminates you completely if you mess around with it, and eventually it'll make you sick."

The imprint on the store window alone was enough to put her on edge. Vinyl, Leather, Latex. Schweitzer, you better start running.

"It broke." – "Your fingernail?" – "The key." – "You're joking, right?" – "Does it look like I'm laughing?" – "Bogacz!"

"Does she play tennis?" Question from Jakub. "No idea." Ewa shrugged. "We haven't been gay for very long."

"I...love you." Jule flinched as if a rocket had exploded directly above her head. Whoosh! Three little words, hardly more than a whisper, but still there was no other sentence with bigger blasting powers.

"You want to have sex on Hello Kitty?" Jule lost control of her voice. "So we'll simply keep our eyes closed."

"Here are some tokens. Get yourself a car and we'll crush the stupid tyke. I'll take the right, you the left."

"Miss, this is a police car." – "I can see that. Geez!" Is there "Mock me" written on my glasses or something?

"We're in deep shit! And Jule is wearing handcuffs." – "Again? Means, we'll need another drinking straw?"

This wasn't an area Jule was familiar with. And why would she be? A few garters onstage didn't make her an expert on Hamburg's sinful mile.

Ewa, as cute as you are, whipped-cream private porn in your biography is too much for me.

"Missy, I have a Bahncard 50, 2nd class. That's all the luxury I have in my life."

"Just what kind of idiot wants to take a limo to a tunnel car-wash?"

"Missy, let me put it this way: We're lucky we're sitting in a limo, or Asti in a can would be primitive."

"That dastardly asshole totally blew it back then. And that's why you'll be getting your tea light now from me – and that's that."

"Hi. Welcome. Do you already have the job or are you here on a trial basis?" – Jule swallowed hard: "Er...pardon?"

"Leave us alone or I swear I won't slip a single dollar into your panties."

"What's Spot's name, anyway?" – "Who?" – "Rover, your dog." – "Jule, are you pulling my leg?" – "No, but...I must have missed the part about Pluto."

Sometimes life gave you lemons. And luckily tequila with them, since they didn't have any Scullbuster-Shoobrrr at the Dollhouse.

"Jule, we'll be taking a bath." – "But how?" – "Completely conventional: naked in a tub full of water."

"How much weight have you lost, Ewka?" – "None." – "Don't lie." – "Mama, geez." – "You are thin." – "Nonsense." – "How much?" – "Three kilos." – "Oh my god!" – "I go running, Mama." – "You drink too much coffee."

"Only if the munchkins wanted to start with lanterns with all the bells and whistles for St. Martin's Day, it would really get hardcore."

"Are there two? Boy and girl?" – "Yes." – "And they really look like me?" – "God, Ewa, they are both sort of damn cute."

And so the pair, with blowing hair, rode together into the picturesque sunset and they lived happily ever - oh, damn, wrong line. Unpoetically, they wobbled about on the graffiti-covered playground animal.

“We don't want a basket." – "Is special price for friends."

No dalliance, no relationship with a but, no home with a backdoor, but a place to feel comfortable in. A place to stay.

"Geez, the one time I need you for petty crime you become all moral. God, I don't believe this." – "Jule, this isn't a sugar sprinkler that gets unofficially borrowed from the set, but clear breaking and entering."

"Does that mean, no troubles? We'll be able to eat a bread roll in the future without a war breaking out?"