Photo: Kai Niggemann (Jenny writes into the flour with a vacuum cleaner)
A site-responsive performance with young people in a discontinued WW2 bakery
May 2006, Münster, Germany
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Programme Text (translated)
The Speicherstadt. 70.000 loaves of bread to fuel the fight. Flour smuggled out in the soles of their shoes, bread thrown over the fence to waiting relatives and a pig nailed underneath a lorry.
For the past four weeks myself, Britta, Kai, Katharina, Vera and Jolika have been working with a group of young people from Coerde to create a performance in the Speicherstadt.
Today we piece together some of the puzzle to present a portrait of the time between. A time of hanging and balancing. An impatient game of waiting. It is not there to understand but to feel, nothing is ever simple and everything doesn’t make any sense.
Whether rowing across the open seas, standing at your own grave or pleading with parents, this is a struggle to break away and a fight to keep together. Something is carefully being passed on, shared or coveted.
On the 8th of April the floor was freckled with broken butterfly wings that had fallen down through the ceiling.
The heroes of the story always win. Don’t they?
The oven is preheated to 200C and then lowered to 180C.
Baking good bread takes time, care and attention. It is a fragile and sensitive process that produces something wonderful.
Slowly bend in the knees, placing your weight on the left foot and rolling your hips to the side. Let your body gently twist to the ground and your last breath escape into the wilderness.
“I wait for the time to come when I grow up”