Every start at a university is difficult, growing from a girl to a woman too

"Goodbye! Don't worry about me too much. I can do it all by myself! I'm an adult now!" With these words Marina once again gives her parents a hearty farewell. Her mother even has tears in her eyes when she gets into the car. The father waves to her once more encouragingly from the open driver's window. With a heavy heart, Marina watches her parents slowly drive off the dormitory parking lot, and she also waves after them until the car finally makes a turn and disappears.

Marina is suddenly overcome by a feeling of emptiness and loneliness. For the very first time in her so far sheltered life she is on her own. She really doesn't know if she's going to be able to do everything the way she imagined it. But for the sake of her parents she wants to make every effort. It had always been her dream and the wish of her parents that she, as her only daughter, should have a better life and study something. Marina still can't quite believe that her dearest wish has come true and that she has finally started the first semester of her studies ...

Marina is now looking forward to the beginning of her student adventure. Unfortunately, with the prevailing housing shortage and the horrendously expensive rents in the city, she only found a room in a run-down student dormitory with a shared kitchen, showers and toilets. As far as she has heard, the dormitory is home to students from all over the world; she herself shares a common corridor with a black student from somewhere in Central Africa.

In the evening, when she walks back from the shower into her room dressed only in her pink nightgown and slippers, she sees her room neighbour standing in the open door together with several young black men who are having a lively conversation in a language that is foreign to her. Marina greets them politely and then quickly walks past them to their own room. She somehow got the impression that this conversation was about her.

In her room Marina has just been blow-drying her long, dark blonde hair and is now combing it with a brush, when suddenly someone knocks on her room door. Astonished, Marina puts the hairbrush aside, goes to the door and opens it. To her surprise, the black men she passed earlier stand in front of her in the hallway. Her African room neighbour apparently holds a litre bottle with a very exotic greenish liquid in his hand as a kind of welcome present ...