My last name is Turkish, but I don't speak Turkish, and even though I hold
Polish citizenship, I don't speak Polish. I grew up multilingual as a child,but German is the only language that has remained with me. This has created a sense of estrangement from family members with whom I've never truly been
able to communicate. It's a paradox of belonging and isolation.
Nonetheless, I've always had a connection to numbers, even when I didn't
fully understand the languages being spoken. Understanding numbers buried
within endless conversations always caught my attention but left me
frustrated as they never truly immersed me in the discourse.
In „vierte minute“ (fourth minute) these three languages converge in a 3-
channel sound installation. Numbers are spoken in German, Polish, and
Turkish, but asynchronously, making comprehension challenging. The fourthminute represents my identity, lost in the chaos of languages, and challenges the listener to constantly reorient themselves.

It's a moment of confusion and unfathomable understanding.