Title: Watching You Watching Me Author: Ewok Poet Canonicity: Absolutely and totally AU Timeframe: 2016/2017 (!) Characters: Doria D'Angelo, Raissa Becker, Marion d'Angelo, Gertrud "Hanna" Becker, eventually Cassiel, Raphaella, Emit Flesti... A/N: This is a fanfiction sequel to two acclaimed films by the great Wim Wenders - Wings of Desire (Himmel über Berlin, 1987) and Faraway, So Close! (In weitere Ferne, so nah!, 1993). I am just borrowing Herr Wenders' characters and trying to imagine them twenty-three years after the duology's end. No copyright infringement intended, nor will I publish this commercially at any given point. I'm just a fan! So, how did this come to be? The protagonist of this diary has the same name as my main Human OC in the Star Wars Universe, oh the confusion. Her best friend has the same name as one of my RL friends' main Human OC, which is also her handle on this board. Confusion, confusion. So, yes, they're not Doria Vorr and Raissa Baiard, it's a freaky coincidence. But yes, it all started when the name Doria, being so uncommon, caught my attention while watching Faraway, So Close! I loved the idea of a multilingual little girl born to a former angel and a human woman and living quite the bohemian life with her caring, gentle parents and I had an idea of revisiting her in our times. While this story borrows Bruno Ganz's actual birthdate (now picture him ranting as Hitler in Downfall ), as well as the late Solveig Dommartin's and uses them as Damiel and Marion's birthdates, these characters are in no way meant to be based on these actors - I just needed believable birth dates. Similarly, Doria is in no way what the actress that played her, Camila Pontabry became as an adult. The birth date I made up for Doria tends to pop in all of my work somehow, and when it doesn't, some other references are inevitable. All other possible disclaimers go here. *** Tell me, muse, of the storyteller who has been thrust to the edge of the world, both an infant and an ancient, and through him reveal everyman. With time, those who listened to me became my readers. They no longer sit in a circle, bur rather sit apart. And one doesn't know anything about the other. I'm an old man with a broken voice, but the tale still rises from the depths, and the mouth, slightly opened, repeats it as clearly, as powerfully. A liturgy for which no one needs to be initiated to the meaning of words and sentences. - Homer, the aged poet in "Wings of Desire" *** Want to read my SW work? Most of it concerns Ewoks and the repressive society of the Corellian Sector planet Sacorria. Start here or here. The *other* Doria's diary is here and - once again - they're not the same person.