Joshep is a happy guy, in his late twenty's. A bachelor. Life couldn't offer him more pleasantries than he's already experiencing. Until that one day, when he meets Anna. He notices her for the first time in a coffee place. A mind blowing, beautiful girl.

Sipping from her cappuccino, she notices him too. She grands him a quick, lovely smile. Which is enough. He finds her utterly fantastic. From that point on, she keeps wandering his thoughts. He decides he will approach her the next time he sees her.

But every time he notices her, something goes wrong. Once, she's riding her bicycle on the other side of the street. When he tries to walk up to her, he almost gets hit by a car. When he looks up, she's gone.

The next time she 's in the company of what seems to be her mother.
Not a perfect moment for a chat.

The third time they bump into each other. She offers him again an enchanting smile. Joseph, who just spent a few hours at the dentist, looks like a halve sedated Japanese blowfish. His face is totally swollen up. He excuses himself.

So. No contact, no nothing. No Anna.

Joseph explains the subject to his friend Kasper, who laughs and gives him an advice. There is no such thing as a 'spontaneous encounter' anymore. Nowadays Cupid's matters are to be dealt with online: through a website called 'The love broker', where they function as a middle man within these 'come across crushes.' If you don't do this, every time something will ruin the moment and ultimately prevent a real connection between the two person and souls.

Joseph visits the website. He explains the situation to the girl during a video chat. She asks him if he has preferences: does he want a spontaneous encounter with this mysterious girl in

A. The morning, in the supermarket, where she will accidentally drop her groceries.

B. In the afternoon, in the zoo, where she will be watching the monkeys and mesmerise on her family- one of the monkeys and her favourite uncle have similar features and rituals.

C. The evening. The moment where they accidentally bump into each other while both being drunk.

Joseph imagines how he would feel about her after realising she looks a lot like the monkey formed uncle. The so called uncley.

He would be afraid the drunk encounter could go entirely wrong. Which has much to do with a former alcohol fuelled collision with a girl he fancied. 
It's decided: groceries over monkeys over drunkness.

One week later Joseph rushes to work. He stops at a small supermarket for take away breakfast.



Alexander, not particularly a charismatic person, leads an ordinary life. He’s well aware of this fact. He has a mainstream telemarketing job, which evolves most of the time in a greyish office cubicle. He has one thing that makes life fulfilling: he ’s into a great and meaningful relationship with his girlfriend Ann. They care much about each other and spent a lot of time together.

Until that one special day.

While using his orange juice machine, to press cold orange juice, he notices something strange.
It’s an old one, the type of machinery that makes a lot of noise when it’s in use.

That one day, while pressing oranges, Alexander distinguishes another sound within the machine’s noise:

When he listens carefully, he notices that the machine is actually talking to him.
-We, the viewers can read the subtitles to understand what the machine is saying.-

Subtitle: Go to 65th & Johnson’s avenue at 22.05 o’ clock. An old lady woman is in danger.

He sits down in his couch in disbelief. Why bother, it’s totally non logic to listen to a orange press machine.
Alexander overcomes his primary sceptism - why favour the opinion of kitchen machinery? - and investigates the hints the machine gave him.

Alexander came to the stunning conclusion that an old lady was actually about to get mugged by a young kid. At 22.05. On 65th & Johnson's avenue. Which he manages to avoid. In the following weeks Alexander tips the police on robbery’s, prevents a huge fire, helps people who are trapped in an elevator for day’s and assists numerous other people who need assistance.

He ‘s constantly busy saving the world. He becomes a real, certified hero.

Including television interviews and a huge fanbase. We now see Alex being interviewed on CNN. In a wider angle we witness how this interview is broadcasted on tv. Ann, our new born hero's girlfriend is sitting on the couch, watching the show. It becomes clear: she’s lonely. Alexander is hardly ever at home.

Which makes Ann very sad. She misses the company of her husband dearly. She tries to explain. But our Alex has become a little arrogant and looses touch with his own self. One day he really manages to anger her with his selfish attitude. She’s fed up after being snapped at, by the man who she doesn’t even recognises any more.

In the following scene Alex comes home.

In total disbelief he finds a new, still in box, juice press machine. The old one gone. He finds out his girlfriend is in a very good mood. Fastly cut we see how our hero tries to buy orange press machines everywhere, from new to old ones. The old ones do talk to him. He obvious still hasn't lost his touch for talking to the press machines.

We see/ read in the subtitles how one machine talks about the early days. About a former owner. Another orange press advices our man just to go spent time on his girlfriend. So They all talk. But they don't tip him on future crime facts. Now we see our guy sitting in the movies with his girlfriend. She's a happy camper. He's back to being an average Joe, she's happy she's got her Joe back.

Super: The End.

After the subtitles we return with a short scene>

Some guy walks out of a store. He just bought a beard trimmer. In the next scene he’s having a shave in front of his bathroom mirror. Suddenly he notices something strange. Within the normal buzzing sound of his machine, he distinguishes something else… a voice…

Subtitle: 'Quick! A murder is about to...'

Super: The End


We live in a wifi-world where online distractions & a short attention spam - are you still reading this or checking your whatsapp or Facebook?- are our biggest enemy. By creating interesting projects that give everybody the chance to playfully experience the almost forgotten art of 'concentration' we can make a difference. First stop:

The Book Theatre. A concept that comes to life in existing movie theatres. The place where you stop reading from your little screen. And start wolfin' away words on a big screen. Reading, short stories together, en group. This can also be done by beaming short stories on white concrete walls in the city. Great place to read a movie together.


Raqqa January 4, 2015. During a military operation, high ranking IS Jihadist Commander Ahmed Nach-dihr is captured by American elite forces. They take him to a secret location: Ibiza.

His blindfold is removed. He tries to focus. The US soldiers take a step back to make room for some other types. A group of stylishly dressed men and women with rather obvious ornamentation (piercings, tattoo’s) gather around the jihadist.

They tell him that his life is now in their hands. He will have to live, do and dance to their likings and standards. If he fails to be conductive and subordinate, he will face brutal punishment.

In the half year that follows, his life becomes a hell. The group deprive him from sleep, taking him to endless parties that never seem to stop. Sometimes for 2 days in a row. Under the influence of ecstasy, he is forced to conduct endless dancing and bonfire sessions. They group, predominantly gay, never give him the chance to talk with an outsider.

They force him to replace his gloomy cloths, his couleur de guerre, by hipster nightlife attire. He is allowed to maintain his beard, although they entice him to use oils and a beard trimmer. The horror for Ahmed never seems to stop: after they sedated him with acid and tequila, they colour his beard, with a reddish tint and lavendle flavoured cologne, giving him a fresh and trendy look & odeur.

After suffering for over halve a year, constantly submitted to -and exposed at- a seemingly never ending string of parties at beautiful beaches, using xtc, mindfulness sessions, participating in enlightening, esoteric conversations about life, our jihadist is broken.

He simply is not the blood thirsty, hateful man he used to be.

He even, openly, pledged his heart openly to another man. His big love. He recognises every other individual of the group as his soulmate, friend, ally and family.

Then, without warning, the soldiers appear on the scene. Again they brutally take him out of his beloved environment. They blindfold Ahmed, who since a little while changed his name into Laurence.

The soldiers take his clothes away and hand him his sober ISIS outfit. They abduct him, again, and leave him on the outskirts of Raqqa, Syria.

His fellow IS friends find him in total desolation.

He is hailed in as a hero.
One man does take notice of his well- groomed and lavendle smelling beard, but he doesn’t dare to confront their new hero with this nosy observation.

Our man confronts his fellow soldiers with a proud, confident look on his face, he let’s everybody know he has overcome the most brutal forms of interrogation.

But, when on his one, he seems to be depressed.
Angry. Home-sick. Heartbroken.

Ahmed secretly spent a lot of time on his one, in his room, when nobody seems to be around, he takes out his headphones and listens to house music on the internet, glancing at his tattoo, mesmerising on live and his lost love.

When someone comes in he declares he’s listening to a sermon by Imam Ahmed Ba- Tih-Esto.

Sixth months later we see our group of party people on the beach. They are having fun. In the back we see a television with the news. It talks about a group of jihadi's who have been abducted and influence their former IS brothers into new perspectives.

The mask that translates vocal spam of loudmouthed people in the public area into Chopin’s Nocturne in E flat Major.

Picking up my daughter from school represents a great joyish moment in life. It also confronts me with a problem. Everyday the same female-shaped person beaches the schoolyard. She is painfully infected with ‘MMM’, a.k.a. Manic Mother Monologues.

Meaning: Her sole purpose is to impress her surroundings with boring monologues about her day-to day motherhood life. Making sure everybody knows she has a poignant, meaningful and busy life. Her loud boring monologues represent an mammoth sized annoyance during my perfect father-daughter moment.

I addressed the school to this problem. To make their work easier, i came up with a few solutions:

Idea 1. We obligate her to wear a special mask when entering schoolyard territory. This instrument contains technology that translates her unimportant loud chatter to beautiful music. So when she starts talking, everybody will hear Chopin's Nocturne in E flat Major.

The exterior of the mask can be a copy of her face, but we can also decide, as a group, that she chooses another appearance. Think of the physiognomy of Halle Barry, for instance.

Idea 2. We add a soundproof cage to the schoolyard. By making it transparent the MMM’r thinks she is still part of the group and belongs to the normal ones.

Despite my effort, the school gave me a very negative response, stating i ‘overreacted’, and that it wasn’t decided that ‘MMM’ is an official existing decease and that they didn’t appreciate my ‘solutions’. I will bring this up at class meeting. Hopefully i can bring some sense in this discussion.

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