By Wolfram Höll
A child counts: blocks of flats, stones in a playground, storeys, doorbells. Before you know it, you are caught in an arithmetic of loss. The child counts, and there is no counting rhyme that can bring back what is lost, because even the rhyme ends with ‘and you’re not it!’. A text about remembering – not as a way of disguising loss, but as the trace left by death in life. This is the chasm in which Höll operates. And he does so with linguistic finesse, discretion and an impressive sense of form.
Scenic arrangement by Alexander Riemenschneider
Dramaturgy Daniel Richter
Daniel Hövels, Hans Löw and Helmut Mooshammer