In this version of Berlin Zero Hour, Mona von Wittlage confronts the viewer with the stark ruins of a shattered city. Towering facades, drawn in graphite, loom like hollow monuments—silent witnesses to destruction. At their base, a lone figure in blood steps forward, fragile yet vivid, a fleeting presence against the immensity of stone and shadow.

The work captures the paradox of zero hour: devastation as both an end and a beginning, a silence heavy with the possibility of renewal. Blood inscribes the living body into the ruins, insisting that history is not only rubble and memory, but also the fragile persistence of human life.