SONG WITHOUT WORDS/ TEXT WITHOUT NARRATION
Song without words/ Text without narration
research grant Fonds Darstellende Künste 2023
On 16 May 2022, a Monday, I suffered a severe stroke. I was in a coma in the intensive care unit of the Charité. My experience was that there is a will to survive, that people can be tough and do not surrender so easily to death.
While I was in a coma, some impulse in my body must have told my swollen brain to ebb away. It did and I survived.
I am now on a quest. I am reinventing myself from the fragments and dreams and debris of my old self. The old me no longer exists, and a new me emerges, threatens to disappear again behind the horizon, is tangibly close in the night, stays with me, nestles against me like the old, dead father in Beckett’s radio play Embers. Vanishes fleetingly like a betrayed hope, like a promising future.