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"DIE MAUERN" (frei nach Vladimir Sorokin) am 4. Juli 2010 im Konzerthaus Berlin








SO 04:07:10
loosely based on the novels "The Sugar Kremlin" and "The Day of Oprichnik"
of


Vladimir Sorokin




Viktor NIKOLAEV
- manual video painting,

Minako Seki -
Butoh dance,

Ingo Reulecke
- dance,

Natalia PSCHENITSCHNIKOVA
- composition, flute, voice,

Ildar KHARISSOV - Electronics composition
Linas BURNEIKA
,
Alexey zhul - Video

Tickets: 10, -, erm 6, - €.
Funded by the Senate Chancellery of Berlin / Cultural Administration
The German-Russian 'Theater of Calligraphy "was created in 2005 at the initiative of painter Viktor Nikolaev. More than 40 multi-media performances of the theater were shown in Berlin, Moscow and other cities. Since 2008, the theater is run by the Society for promoting eastern europe eV organization. The new play deals with the contacts between Russia and its neighbors. In the performance, in part, the antiutopische Dilogie "The day of Oprichnik" (2006) and "The Sugar Kremlin" (2008) of the famous Russian writer Vladimir Sorokin used as described in the , as Russia has in 2028 separated from the West and with a "Great Russian Wall" around it. Visualization sorokinscher ideas generated at the boundary between composition and improvisation. The calligraphy in its ambiguity is expressed in hieroglyphic forms (video projection on the screen), which in the bodies of the dancers (Minako Seki and Ingo Reulecke) and the "sound figures" of musicians (Natalia Pschenitschnikowa and Ildar Kharissov) reflect.
more information:
www.calligraphy-theatre.com

Work on the project was supported by funds from the Senate Office Berlin / Kulkturverwaltung. Tickets: 10, - erm 6, - €: (030) 20309-2101
Theater of calligraphy
c / o Society for EASTERN PROMOTION eV Mill Road 62-65 D-13187 Berlin
www.calligraphy-theatre.com
Director Ildar Kharissov Tel: +4930 - 44,731,264 E-mail:
ildar.kharissov @ calligraphy-theatre.com
Svetlana Wachsmuth
Tel: +4930 -81013906 Fax: +4930 -81013907 E-mail:
swetlana.wachsmuth @ calligraphy-theatre.c om

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I tell the same shit, I'm telling usual. To defend against the norm, as I have many motivations, which I can not defend against the ordinary people and explain to them can not even.
We want to get married so quickly, of course, from their inner uncertainty, we assume that shape our fantasies. She is afraid that all is not real. She wants to compete against normal people. I myself have also
anxiety with normal people like you. I still think about my feelings and Thoughts, and basically have no reason to hide them.

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• Mehe, I just got home from the doctor. Everything‘s fine. Like in absolutely fine. 

• We’re finally going home for the weekend. I haven’t seen my or the boyfriend’s family for almost two months now and I’m so looking forward to seeing all of them. Besides that means even MORE birthday presents!

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apple masses, meaning floods and knife attacks, a la "Psycho"

8.00 clock. Woke up, high shrunk from a strange dream where I was standing in a field full of apples, painful bladder and a fly buzzing around my ear, pushing.
All right, got up, first tried to kill a fly, but unfortunately, the ceiling is too high, too short and I fly to the clever (if flying since then may be). First to the bathroom, on the way seen that a flood in our kitchen. The condensation of our would-freezer runs down the entire cabinet and collecting on the floor.
Fuck!
first time in the bath, then removed to the kitchen and deluge. While my dear roommate asleep happy in his bed, I hammered like a maniac with a huge carving knife on the ice one, looming up in and around the freezer to glaciers. I'm doing it a pagan Flo noise seems not to interfere. Maybe he wants to hear nothing, in his room it is quiet at least. After half an hour (I am still wearing my sleeping clothes), I have facilitated the refrigerator for 10 kilos of ice. Of course, it looks like hell, all foods are soaking wet. So I clean out the fridge, brush and dry everything off again. Because I am Dom 'I'll throw away a jar of pesto, which already creates new life. Followed by a pot of jam, which is already there for my collection in the refrigerator and anscheind belonged to my previous tenants, and an open pack of feta cheese green color of my roommates (sometimes I wonder if that do not have eyes in the head , with me flying out all at once if it has expired). The lust for me breakfast is now gone.
9.30 clock. I'm still in pajamas, so I'm moving to me. The floor in the kitchen is full of dirty spots. This is Flo's job, I do not care anymore! When I find myself changing clothes
with full force at the window head. Outside, a cyclist passes by and watches with a grin to my room where I jump around cursing and underwear. Ah yes, the window is open! Beautiful, so I can at least semi-Aachen look in underwear.
10.00 clock. My stomach growls. I feel like scrambled eggs and bread. Crap, no bread, but what I have the baker's shop?
A look into their wallets - 11 cents. you! The days where you got it even a loaf of bread but are sadly over. So no bread with egg, instead I must content myself with an apple.
10.30 clock. My friend is sitting on the train. The first positive experience today is overshadowed by the fact that I burn myself on the hot coffee.
10.45 clock. Ooooh, there is still life in this WG! Flo gets up and shuffles to the bathroom a hangover.
10.47 clock. Flo goes back to sleep. Fine, at least one here, the rest has gone!
10.50 clock. When I open the fridge, I encounter several apples and fall to the ground. Apples again, I say what?
ado, I eat the strawberries, which Stephan has not got in the fridge. They are sweet and taste like summer.
me smile. If so.

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"Planet of Slums (Mike Davis)

"Take about Hyderabad, India's high-tech showcase, a city of 60,000 software workers and Engineers to mimic in which people living in suburbs along the lines of the Santa Clara Valley to the California lifestyle and where you can go to Starbucks.
Beautiful, but Hyderabad is surrounded by endless slums, out there to several million people.
There are more rag pickers than software engineers. pick up some of these slum dwellers who are now condemned to the waste of high-tech economy, had been expelled from the Central Gelg slums, as they were torn down to make room for the research farms of the new middle class. "





" There are too easy Many rickshaw drivers, too many street vendors, too many African women who transformed their homes into stalls to sell liquor, too many people who wash against money laundering, to many people before factories and work opportunities to queue. "
" If the Empire use Orwellian suppression technologies can, the outcasts have the gods of chaos on their side. "