Mein Tod ist nicht dein Tod

Chetna came to the GDR from India. She was eighteen and I was twenty-three when we were studying at the Babelsberg Film Academy. Twelve years later, Chetna died while we were filming in India. Time and again afterward, I wanted to tell the story of our love, our time in India and West Berlin, and the GDR of the 1970s. But I couldn’t do it without her. Until she suddenly stepped in again. “I’m here,” she said—and that’s how our last film together came to be.