Quarantine Through the Lens: Daniel Seiffert

How Berlin photographers have creatively responded to the corona crisis

Mario Heller Daniel Seiffert

Continuing in our series portraying the creative responses of photographers to the corona crisis, Daniel Seiffert shares his personal photographic diary showing the life of a family during the lockdown.

Already in the first week of March I felt the consequences of the Covid crisis in my wallet. Photo jobs that I was looking forward to were cancelled even before all the big events were over. Defiantly, together with my brother, 50,000 others and a somewhat queasy feeling, I made my way to the Berlin Olympic Stadium to shout out against the threatened relegation of my SV Werder. Hopeless and hoarse I returned home. The result: Three days of scratchy throat and a bad conscience towards my daughters and my wife.

Two months have passed since then. A time between extremes. A constant emotional up and down between oppressively quiet walls, the loud justification for the existence of the Kitakind and the helpless home schooling of the second grader. With bare nerves and growing existential fears. But also very happy moments in the Brandenburg refuge between high pines, flowering lilacs and the sand of the Brandenburg mountains. My daughter says that the most beautiful to do there is just running around and screaming loudly. What she misses most are her friends and her class teacher who belongs to the risk group, she is aware that she will not have any real lessons with him for a very long time, if at all.

Man is a creature of habit, and so we have come to terms, as best we can, with everything that has been unimaginable recently. And found that we are doing quite well after all. We have each other and plenty of toilet paper. And more than ever, time together. A solid Berlin old building roof over our heads and still the possibility to drive into the green to the sun for freedom. In the grey narrowness in between, the siblings flee into a colourful world of fantasy. They build themselves richly decorated caves and dream of locking Corona in a dark cage. While my thoughts keep wandering to the countless children behind the opaque walls from Berlin Marzahn to the Greek Island Moria.